The Tunnel
No windows only doors. No corners only spaces, crammed with graying hues. Shadows bent by sun rays that have traveled too far. Complacent minds would […]
Shortypman
The world of words and images that comes to mind from time to time:
Can I Trouble You For A Nickel
Can I trouble you for a nickel, to drown my sorrows? Can I trouble you for a word, to tell my tale? Can I trouble […]
Words
Words are but slivers, that poke and prod, feelings to rise, from distant surfaces, where they dwell, in unseen pools of memories, stored not by […]
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