Beneath the crescent’s silver light,

Where shadows dance with stars at night,

A forest stirs, its secrets deep,

Where dreams awaken, yet never sleep.

The air is thick with whispered songs,

A haunting tune where time belongs.

Each leaf a rune, each branch a thread,

Weaving tales of the living and dead.

A phantom glow through the mist does weave,

Hints of wonders none believe.

The trees bend low a...

The velvet veil of night descends,

A canvas where the quiet bends.

The stars ignite in silver glow,

Secrets ancient, whispers low.

The moon, a lantern hung on high,

Guides lost wanderers through the sky.

Its face, both gentle and austere,

A beacon soft, a phantom near.

Owls in shadows, wide-eyed peers,

Echo calls that prick the ears.

Branches creak with spectral grace,

The forest wears its darke...

Beneath the soil, in a tomb of roots,

I slumbered in shadows, bound by boots

Of earth and stone, of time and sleep,

A secret kept in the cavern deep.

But then, a tremor—a whisper, a thread,

A call through the darkness, a voice long dead.

The stars leaned close, their lanterns alight,

And pierced the veil of my endless night.

The sun, like a golden smith, struck fire,

A forge for my heart, a furn...

Diary Entry - November 18, 2019

I’m sitting here in the hospital waiting room. It smells like antiseptic and the fluorescent lights buzz above my head. It’s so quiet, except for the ticking of the clock in the wall. I keep checking it, even though I know the time doesn’t matter. Time stopped the moment I heard the words “car crash”.

Mom’s sitting across from me, but she’s not really here. Sh...