Drifting Into Oblivion

Turn on the music and recognize how age hasn’t softened all of the edges because if it has the response that came from being repeatedly pushed wouldn’t have left me fuming hours after the incident. It took some doing for them to get me to that place where the family tells me the rumble coming… Continue reading Drifting Into Oblivion

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Will You Take My Hand?

I turned on the music and tried to go deep because I could feel something from the darkest depths rising and knew it was searching for me. Tried to go hunt for what was hunting me not knowing what I would do if it found me first any more than what I would do if… Continue reading Will You Take My Hand?

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