From the night that the unsure words can just step and say luck or lack of love you dive into the night darkness as if light through its ocean sadness tears are washing off mind still contemplating all the loss and all that is to be found to stop to lose or to stop to be found
A mediative hour to calm you down to sleep chi energy for body and mind relief and you sleep and sleep and you even dream
the early morning hours will wake you up anyway the noises voices of birds or humankind or insane game you slowly awaken the consciousness like an observer for yourself and the guests some friends already waving a hello request you feel your best in this loving community state.
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About the Creator
Darkos
Human : painter, digital art maker, sound composer, poet, writer, qigong healer & trainer
The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English5 days ago in Fiction
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Your stories are strange and abstract and different, You are an interesting writer.