“I’m dead inside,” you say. Like a graveyard at midnight.   No mourners here to trod untrodden paths by your headstone.   Soulless and moonlit, an empty body, a starless night sky.   Heretic prayers, unheard, fall on silent winds.   I call your name, wordless in my incantation.   I yearn to feel you breathe inside me.   Take this lifeless carcass and...

There is a glow within this storm.A dying eye of light so obvious,it lures me to come to it.As light is soundless,it is a silent beacon fire.I will cleave through this fog with faith!So, within the absence of sound,I...

© 2025 Blae-Lok had told me it would be a long journey, so I prepared a knapsack with a few extra clothes, some toiletries and other minor provisions -- like snacks. I didn’t know what June Bugs ate, but...