This was supposed to be a poem. Turns out I’m no poet but a rambler, a gambler hanging on to the hope that I can slap words together into a thought which may become an idea which might become a feeling which hopefully becomes a memory. 978 more words
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“You turn and walk quickly down the hall…
Your mind wanders as you walk down the hall, thinking… Having gotten lost in a daydream you are late for an appointment with the doctor. 151 more words
Empty hallways, are the most haunted places of all. The sense that one is not alone.
Hallways are outside the world, or between it, rarefied from it… As de-vaporating silky intelligence, quietly begging no… Before its final thoughts swirl away into fantastical universe grin, and reunion with everything you missed in a way you didn’t realize. 143 more words