toll

He arrived, wrapped in lapis Shape shifting before my view; Hands outstretched, clasping mine I paid the man his dues. ‘A deal’s a deal good sir; Well met upon this fate,’ Pressing coins we intertwined; Shifting perspective, ‘Hurry onwards but gently; for I am now quite late.’ He laughed ‘paradigm’ - you silly girl, What... Continue Reading →

just stop

I’m supposed to give you this pen, with a cap on both ends; one in hand. That’s three lids for a one stick job. I’m supposed to tell you something, that’s what they told me. Returning to coloring. Sometimes we age backwards. I pass by the shiny silver trinkets, they’re stamped with approval from the... Continue Reading →

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