Love Like A Quasar
At the center of our galaxy- and possibly every galaxy- lies a black hole. A black hole. An odd name- after all, it’s not a hole at all. It’s just a lot of everything packed in so tightly, if you get too close, the gravitational pull will exert itself, and you can’t escape. It’s so…
50/50
In dreams, bones danced. Flowers bloomed in the eyes of a murderer, but withered on vines that instead grew hearts, beating a rhythm out to the sound of an ungodly scream. Nash groaned as the cat yowled. It was 6am in the land of the living, and if Nash wanted to be clean before classes…
The Hungry One
The only thing that keeps us sane is the knowledge that we know we are not crazy. Perhaps sane is too strange a word -still able to experience the truth, perhaps? Experience -so subjective a term! And yet it is all we have. No tools, no instruments of science can record that which I –Which…
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