A soft glow
illuminates from the gray clouds
A soft dullness fills the room
The presence of evocative gloom
is suddenly sentient
the calming sound
of rain
Fills my mind
I close my eyes
And let the
Cold
Harsh
Thoughts of reality
Slip from my mind
Its only now
That nothing exist
But the irrevocably irresistible
Sound
Of love
Sadness
And silence
About the Creator
AngelBee
"Excuse me, I'm speaking." - Kamala Harris
"As artists, we are eternally heartbroken." - Lady gaga
"It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family." - Stephen King
In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen2 days ago in Fiction
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