Nothing

I can't remember arriving to work because I wasn't paying attention. I know the road far too well to plan it to perfection. I don't know the date, but it's been 52 weeks of reflection. My existence in the hands of this world.   I felt it when I left High School, who am I …

Dreams.

Is all we seem but a dream within a dream? I wake, shivering with sweat. The sun has not risen yet and the night is still. Itโ€™s raining outside and I look to my window. The rain is upside down in this world in the sky, in the clouds, in the trees. They're not trees, …

It Burns.

It burns. And I shower to make it stop but all I can think about is the touch of his skin against mine. Why, why, why does my body ache under the weight of the water? Will I ever feel clean again, the fragile hair on my arm sticks up against the cool night air …