On a dark and humid day
When my mind wanders to places of light,
I cannot see the world.
On the journey across the planes of thought
I come across the ghosts of the past
And the void of the future.
They tell me stories,
Old and new,
Known and unknown.
I get lost in eternity and lose sight of time.
By the time I emerge back into life,
The sun has set,
The fire is out,
The love has withered.
I see not a life I knew,
No place to belong,
But in the arms of a mind long gone into madness.
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Mt. Sensan-Ghi
Short StoryFollow Estavir, an analogue for my psyche as he goes on a metaphorical journey, a climb up Mt.Sensan-Ghi. This book and its running narrative as well as other short stories were created as a way for me to work through my burnout. This is my first pu...
