It’s Time to Behold

"So, can I drive like this?" I asked, speaking to the blurry receptionist as I blindly scribbled my signature on the receipt. "Sure, you should be fine!" she replied chirpily. Leaning down, the brunette reached into a box and pulled out a roll of... what is that? "Here, just put these on behind your glasses...

Closing the Chapter on Yesterday

It isn't about the place It is about the feeling, the tendrils winding down your spine down to your core. Scraping your skin and drilling through bone like a sick sawdust that never washes clean, bone saw and icy chill of neglect. Fingers so cold, reaching across a gap so distant and unattainable and that...