Ever notice how the sky seems to light up before it darkens? As if the blue is being painted over a million times before its dark enough to poke the stars out?
Funny thing about being listened to, is that you get used to having a voice.
And when the people stop listening, you remain there, screaming into the darkness as your words are swallowed whole.
Is that all we are? A bunch of tortured souls, screaming into the abyss? Waiting for anything, even monsters, to creep out and devour our sounds?
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Gallimaufry
RandomRandom writings. Poems, short stories from story prompts, artistic deconstruction of thoughts from the day. Not all content is mature. But some of the writing prompts to contain violence.
