… Shadows cast away by the light, heat overriding the pervasive cold and a fullness to dampen the echoes of the hollow spaces. Advertisements
Is it merely the ashen, apocalyptic, fallout of exploded dreams?
She made him promise their lives would be as full as if she had remained.
I was nervous. Like, need-to-pee-every-five-minutes nervous.
I really do not want to return to the prison I’ve just escaped from.
Grateful is cleaning up ex-sloppy-now-dried dog shit from a long pile rug.
I wish I was small, when hugs and puppies made me smile.
The last rays of the day filtered gently through the window
“Tonight I will leave work and just run. No excuses, no procrastination.”
I’ve never “reblogged” before – this is my first and gives me great pleasure to share this. Erik Christian’s writing is totally brilliant. I haven’t read his actual novel as yet but I’ve read enough of his blog posts to know that I want to read it AND I want you to read it. …