finished a novel only to fall into the next constantly scribbling as i feel my time is running out and no one else can see all of the hidden patterns which whisper incessantly in the too loud silence harnessing all the loneliness to sharpen the monomolecular edge of the quill slicing down to the blackened […]
echoes of harsh laughter
Wonderfully written! *Reblog*
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