A Few Brilliant Ideas...

The ethereal presence of unity of the stars around their mother. She calls them all to gather round, and one shoots across the sky  just to tease his little brother. Before she knows it, they're all aloft, all her children born of old. They survey the world beneath, and make fine their astral trail, choosing silver over gold.

I stirred a monster, I think to myself, as I type this words on my sleek black keyboard. I originally thought to put words on paper was nice, and something along the lines of, "Oh yes, I'll have to do it again soon." But here, instead, it has become an insatiable desire, consuming me. I cannot sleep for the

The world is eclipsed in a moment of silence as the earth breathes inward. Light washes over the frame of a child's hand, and a shadow transcends time on the ground beneath. The memories of lost souls etch themselves on the mirror and the air tastes of regret. Silence fades, at the roar of an awakened beast; The

"We met over an empty glass. That's usually how it all begins with me. Well, perhaps not an empty glass in particular, but something so strange that when I try to remind people of it, they usually don't believe me. You remember though. You always have been good at remembering that type of thing. It was 2004 and

My fingertips are barren wastelands, no mystical swirls of life preaching words onto an empty page. ... This is what it is to forget how to write. -------------------------------------- My stomach curls inward as the earth rolls beneath my feet as the words leave me, a river flows to the ocean. Passion colors my face, and I feel the