Stream of Consciousness
Eyes Half-Closed, Flame Half-Lit: A Riverside Morning Blues
Eyes Half-Closed, Flame Half-Lit: A Riverside Morning Blues I woke up today intending to write a "purge story" something to drive the Shadow Man spirits out of the corners. But the system was not ready for the dark, so I ditched the ghosts and looked at the sunshine instead.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
When Silence Watches You
At night, when everything goes quiet, why does your mind get louder? The room feels full even when I’m alone. I stop moving— but something doesn’t. The silence stays. It leans closer without a sound. I try to ignore it— scroll, breathe, sleep… anything. But it knows. It knows the thoughts I hide during the day. Silence isn’t empty— it’s where everything I avoid comes to sit beside me. And in that stillness, I hear myself too clearly. You can run from the world all day— but silence is where it finds you again. The scariest part is… nothing is chasing me. It’s all already here.
By Rohit Kalsariya 6 months ago in Poets
