.... By: Derek Plymesser I now believe myself to be wandering - TopicsExpress



          

.... By: Derek Plymesser I now believe myself to be wandering out of time, lost in a sea of unforgiving words. Emerging in random intervals of peaceful terror. The walls. They’re all black. And the ceiling is lined with an amazing assortment of balloons. I’m bathed in their cries. The squealing of those to never live. I’m approaching another door, this one spills no light. I can now only hear my breath, and my heart. And the echoes of my breath and heart. And the echoes of those. Does an echo actually have an echo of it’s own, or is it bound to loneliness by the principles of sound? I wonder what’s through this doorway….
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 13:46:38 +0000

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