One of my favorite memories was alone in the cold. The fluffed park was keeping my heartbeat slow, the cap on my head doing the same for my mind. The circumstances of how this came to pass are hazy, much in the same way dreams plunge yourself into vivid mindscapes; once you awake, the dream …
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Crest of the Dawn
Light shines into the windows, the ghost’s of conversation revealed while the living remain alone. Here the pall of silence is deafening. Shadows stalk what was once opulent and alive, while desperate lives hunt. Luxuries redefine themselves, and necessities become all the more precious.Conversations once common, muzzled with masks in another’s presence. Earth continues to …
Writing in C Major 