The curtain rises, silence engulfs the theatre,

You stand where you always have

The blue model of clay vices that sits in a house of glass

I pen misery with dark black ink that I draw from a hole inside of my chest

I stare bleary eyed as my lock screen tells me I have a new message.

The blue never ended here. The lights did not go out either.

We imagine ourselves.

She is broken but she is fine.

Hide yourself in my feathers, and I’m sure we can look for them together…

An unwarranted guide, tormented pride, a sheep inside of a wolf’s hide.

Death has always been there.

I can see well with my eyes

But in this lifetime, we'll never know what we could've become.

For hope is when I dream those dreams I dared not dream.

I used to wear my minutes as accessories and now the minutes wear me.

“Eat, My darling, or else your goulash will become cold”

“You’re 20 minutes late, there’s no way I’m letting you in,” Dr Faisal said in a cold voice with a smirk on the corner of his face. His smirk is one coated with joy and glory.

“I wonder what she’ll wear tomorrow,” he mumbled as his eyes drooped shut.

The Plainsburn Residence had sat at the edge of a huge forest for generations, acting as its steward and protector.

Does the crowd bother you?