Beneath the deadbeat sun Were scribed the words of immortality: A down-trodden path of forgiveness decimated by frailty. The decimation a horror; Lapses in time coincide with mercurial human judgment. The light passes through us. That light drew us. The vastness of nothingness alludes us all — Targeting us in a meteoric shower of incendiary […]
The sun found its way through my shades, hitting me at such an angle I had no choice but to awaken from my slumber. The warmth of the room was almost unbearable, and the rays of light only made it worse.