Day 246 – Balance – Whispered Words

This way, that way, up and down, swaying here, swaying there, holding thing one, holding that, keeping the safe, and breaking that, swirling, whirling, falling down, losing balance and hitting the ground, snapping, breaking, splitting skulls, the beast is born, and it wants your souls.

Day 244 – Dream Life – Whispered Words

Fragments of something different, pieces of a puzzle unsolved, a riddle without the question, the sniffles without a cold, I see the world in different colours, I see the wonders of gold, figments of my own imagination, words bound on paper so old, my story it is already written, my soul, it is already sold.