The day is gray and silence save for the soft whispers of the slow moving shadows that so inviting they sway dancing like the swirling smoke of extinguished flame dare I beg them stay, join in as the distant sound of music now hauntingly plays like the echo of a long lost voice calling…
The Balancing Act of the Unbalanced
The Balancing Act of the Unbalanced I stand teetering at the edge of the abyss divided I am half sorrow and half bliss fully mad a monster unmasked stumbling while my shadows only laugh whispering to the voices speaking back “just let go” yet I am still holding even as I feel myself fall…
Skeletons in the Closet, the Clearing
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The Healing Mile……
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