There are things I need to say and it’s as if the world is pulling me apart, tearing the seams of my mind and soul. I can hear the ripping of my thoughts, turning what once were worlds into fragments, nonsensical comments, and shattered memories. I struggle, I strain, my knuckles turn white as I fight to […]
If there’s not much to say why bother speaking? If there is nothing left, why bother breathing? Not much of anything matters if there is no you.
“Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t have to be accurate.” “No, see, I can’t.” “Why not?” “Oh, no reason. I’m just bothered by these pesky things I have called morals and a conscience.”
What if the soul were colors swirling together in a plane of utter darkness? What if the colors of the soul show its nature? Its will? How it’s feeling? What would we do if we could see each other’s souls with a cursory glance? Would you notice my faded colors? Would you even care? Would […]
