Tag Archives: Prison

I Can Feel It

It has been a long time since I ran and came back. I thought I was done running and that the part of me that longs for solitude and anonymity was barricaded off along with the part of me that … Continue reading

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Downward Spiral

A unique look at what wanders around in the darkness that is my mind. All of the slithering, slick things that twist and curl their way around important parts, beautiful memories. Corrupting them making them into something as dark and … Continue reading

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Wind

Today the wind slides across the black sand as I have decided to stay inside my cage for a while longer. I can see it blow tiny puffs of dust across the stark┬áplain. In the distance A plumb of dust … Continue reading

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The Beginning

I sit watching the sunlight dance off the black sand as the hot breeze rustles the leaves that my prison has grown to protect me. Why the architects protect me I am not sure, why I am not impaled on … Continue reading

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Stuck

Trapped, mired, jammed, wedged, these words don’t mean quite the same thing as the far more pleasurable restrained or caught. Today is one of those days that I look at the shining bars of my self made prison. They are … Continue reading

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