Daydream
Daydream and days to dream. Days lost to wonder. Days left, I wonder. Where the time has gone, to thought, I wander the streets of my dreams. In that place between wake and sleep where visions fill your eyes, superseding […]
the written word of j.e. pittman
Daydream and days to dream. Days lost to wonder. Days left, I wonder. Where the time has gone, to thought, I wander the streets of my dreams. In that place between wake and sleep where visions fill your eyes, superseding […]
The drawn breath of one so loved. Last taken. Stolen on a kiss from a serpent’s tongue. Seen only by eyes knowing the strands of eternity, it sits coiled in a jar, stoppered and sealed in wax bearing the mark […]
Victor had a Castle in the sky. Every day he liked to throw stones at those below. And for each stone he threw, they threw two more. Until Victor had a Castle in the sky no more. -j.e. pittman