I escape into dreams, waiting for the light to find me.

Entombed in dreams or memories of dreams bright red and black

A life too heavy to carry

“Other men are unaware of what they do when they are awake just as they are forgetful of what they do when they are asleep.”

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Confusion that never stops. Closing walls and ticking clocks. Gonna come back and take you home. Come out upon my seas. Cursed missed opportunities. Am I a part of the cure or am I part of the disease? Oh, I beg, I beg and plead.

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i am the grey murmur at the edge of things, the place where rabbits feed beneath a secret moon, the ghost of a long ago fuck, a kingdom of rust and crow and siren, the voice that makes no sound

Solo Series: Where I End and You Begin "I think I missed something but I'm not sure what. The middle of the vortex. The wind picked up, shook up the soot from the chimney pot into spiral patterns of you."

Stories, between pages and cigarettes A thread of stories, musings, and pieces I have or am currently writing with others.

By Aleksandra Waliszewska