Something seems ominous about twenty three Twenty three is practically mid-twenties Mid twenties is practically late twenties Late twenties is practically thirty My thinking is overwrought My life is undercooked My hopes are slowly dying, But I know it’s soon to call Life is moving glacial But also at a sprint My mind fills with … Continue reading 23
The sun's rays force their way Through the spaces between the leaves I watch the reflection dance On the frames of my glasses It shines so bright, but the heat Can't reach me as I shiver
In an alternate universe, Sinbad's life is in complete shambles. When a mysterious figure grants him a surprising way to change his circumstances, he takes it, but it his surprising effects on the world of pop culture.
A step. Gravel crunches under my boot. A step. Afraid that they might wake up. A step. I turn my head one last time. A step. The gap where my body was already closed.
Where I live there is a crispness to the air. The sun shines, but the atmosphere allows us some relief from its profound heat. Where I live you can't walk yard without crunching under your shoe, a branch-full of leaves. The trees above bear enough green to shade your eyes from the bright sky, while … Continue reading Eternal Fall