So now - a key-strike compresses into the clacky-plastic slab, and now - the dust leaps from my heart as it begins to ba-bum.
We do our best to live our very best life, but mayhaps our best life is the afterlife, and mayhaps that was the mystery grasped by the world long ago.
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
Where there is depth, there shall be naught, and where we wade in the shallows - there will be peace.
I want to have the book fully written (not edited, just written) by the end of November, at the very latest. The title of the book is 2203.
In the last couple weeks, I have been a part of a spiral of issues. I was going to say "I fell into a spiral of issues," but that makes it sound like they took me down, and they didn't...