I take it that you are sinking down into the mud. The more you pull yourself up the wetter the dirt gets making it feel impossible to get out of it. Interesting piece

Powerfully penned, 253. Another excellent write that makes me feel claustrophobic my friend. I too have written about quicksand or trying to escape the grave. Amazing read. Appreciate you.

Damian

Passionately penned, Fia. Another excellent write that’s fire my friend. This one wasn’t for the tame of heart.. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

The ink is dark, but screaming. I like it, Fia.

A fearsome statement. Full of fire.
Regards James

OMG! what an aperitif for dark pleasures to come, Fia xx

Passionately penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend and this is the tamed down version? This was fire. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

Playing a guitar with no strings in the rain…That is sorrowful.

Wow! This is good. I loved that image of playing on a guitar with no strings. Its so strong and full of nostalgic and sorrowful emotions. Well done!

Totally awesome write. Guitars with no strings. I like that! Strumming to the rhythm. Great atmosphere. Well said

Wow there so many good lines in this Par.
“Truth is a pig wearing borrowed logic.”
The corpus callosum negotiates the terms of collapse
I mean wow,

Brilliantly penned, PAR. Another excellent write full of depth my friend. I concur with Fia, so many great lines, but the one she quoted is fire brother. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

Damian