It’s a long way home, when your home is a dream, and there are no colors to the future. The rain falls around you, the sun passes behind the distant moon, the clouds shift their shape into angels and all that is left is a soulless memory. Let your soul stand cool and composed before … Continue reading Prologue

If I were a man, like my father, then I would be already free. Remembered only in photograph. Not sheltered in unconscious life. Free with dust and branes. It is long. It is brief. We quickly fill the passing time with events. Some are tragic with emptiness, some captured, some not. We become illegitimate and … Continue reading Life on Earth

The hole I dug in the side yard was deep, to me. I was short. When I stood in the hole it came almost to my shoulders. I had dug all day. Passers-by on the street stopped and observed my digging. They were impressed, mostly. Praised my labor, though one claimed I was making a … Continue reading The Hole

We are the Sun. Our destiny is to be the extinguished spark, a cinder burnt and silent. Begat into flame, made into life, we will explode into the endless silent prison of time, where all we fallen villains, the soul of humankind, journey unknowingly. We will sleep then, into the eternal cold night, never reaching … Continue reading The Sun Is An Echo

by Calum Scott, Jasmine Thompson Love, there's nothing more to say Every words already been written Every chord, already played You, make everything make sense Every melody hits different Every line and sentiment Sounds brand new After you Purple rain is only rain without you Yesterday is just another day Hallelujah is an old song … Continue reading love is just a word