• The ship tilted violently in the storm. Rocking like an old wooden chair, made from the children of great trees. It tipped and shot through the water, propelled and forced. Heavy as a bowling ball. And unstable as a pin.

  • It was a grand entrance. His long coat sweeping the floor. The entrance of a king. The entrance of a God. Yet the entrance of a man. Yet not the entrance of and ordinary man. The entrance of a killer.

  • notjustadreamer commented on the post, bury 6 years, 9 months ago

    Bury the darkness in light. Make yourself shine, burn through the night. Bury the dark. Bury it deep. Keep it locked up so nobody sees. Forget it’s there. Remember only light.