Wednesday, 22 July 2026

Wednesday, 22 July 2026

Rise and shine

Cruel cool world

Your colors mine

Heat and the cold

Leave them be, I care not what you want

You know your storm better than everyone

You know how to tiptoe your way in and out

And you know how harsh it is, spare them you

I can stare back at the void

I can look far into the darkness

I will not get lost in the monster’s eyes

Sound advice you offer, but do I ever listen?

The only difference here, ladies and gentlemen

Readers and curious cats, the process is documented

Revival

Is death the end?

No heartbeat, no breath

Why do you ask? To prove death?

Logic flies out the window now, not him

I thought that only happened to other people

Hospital cafeteria

A place to see old friends

A place where old life ends

Not much to say, eat in silence

Hospital waiting room

A place where old meets new

A place they shake hands too

Should’ve picked cheese, start anew

I walk the way I always did

And talk the way I used to do

A shapeshifter inside a grid

The one the pages asked you, who?

Mariam the NarrativeEvery story has a narrator.

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