Rhythmic shockwaves ripple through her.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Suppress.
And just like that the pounding in her head dulls to a hum.
That voice. That grating voice.
“Mom, it’s me. You’re alright.”
Gentle hands pull the sewing needle from hers.
But these days she resembles the holes more than the thread.
And so You incubate,And learn to crawl,So we may one day take to the stars. Constellations in a fractal kaleidoscope,Each more significant than the whole,Expanding Infinitely and Infinitely magnificent,For Him to behold.And to behold Him. You are the egg,The seed.And...
You should understand, I like my reality this wayIt is simple and everything fits very nicelyIn those boxes and on those shelvesIt takes away the fear ofAll of risks and the grim unknown You must understand, I like reality this wayIf you move a single card, the entire...
A man gardens each morning. His knees ache and his arm isn’t as steady as it once was. But the routine brings him a feeling he can’t quite place. He stays out well past lunch time, to his wife’s contempt. A woman spends her mornings in the garden. Her back aches and...
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