HEY GUYS,
hmmmm
Currently trying to work through a long patch of writers-block, though I have got something started up.
Possible title: Rudimentary Existence / Indicia of Life
Preview:
It was all new to me. Like the first dainty brush stroke across a desert canvas, I had no idea where I was going, what mistakes I was to make, how I was going to end. All I knew was that the life I had lived before, the one in which the solidity of walls kept my spirit confined, was not real. In that life, I was a lone clock hanging monotonously against the oppressing cream walls of my father’s room, waiting and watching like an inert Guardian Angel incapable of saving the soul I had broken. My hands grew tired, though. They no longer wanted to keep track of the time they only ever lost to the nothingness they’d allowed them self to be swallowed by. So, they dropped their hands and lost the time as if they’d never had it. Days passed with no real indication that there had been any morning; dew moistened grass reflecting the Sun’s delusive rays like shards of glass. Or any Night; cloudless Sky’s filled with infinite stars waiting to explode into billions of tiny particles.
