writing in the language of dreams and hallucinations

Letter of the Week

  • He would wake up at varied times throughout the day and night, his mind congested with whispers of immediate self doubt, darkness, and a comfortable passing, in silence and a cold isolation. The beds raggedy blankets tossed to the edge with little regard of presentation only allowed him to move that much faster towards a

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