≡ ‘When slumber seals our weary eyes, The busy fancy wakeful keeps, The scenes which then before us rise, Prove something in us never sleeps.’ -John Newton I dream. I am a dreamer.… Continue reading →
I stare up at the circular opening of light above my prison. The walls are dark, odourless, void of anything my senses can comprehend. I can recall the fall. A tumble, a twist… Continue reading →
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