Frozen Memories

The sun was slowly setting, leaving its traces of soft purple and blue hues in the sky. Descending, it was calling the day towards it, waiting to hold it in her sweet embrace and sing it gently into sleep. The black of nightfall began to bleed like ink upon the canvas of the early evening. … Continue reading Frozen Memories


On That Night (stream of consciousness writing)

One night upon starting a conversation with this man I learned of his interests for the opposite world the opposite sex you mean I asked as we sat beside the railroad track on that night a night where it seemed like it could go on forever it could just freeze and remain pure and crisp … Continue reading On That Night (stream of consciousness writing)