Spontaneous Writing

[ruhdwulf]

In sleep, I am lost to myself. Lost in forgetting and knowing. Lost in memory and ignorance. A forest grows up within me and I watch the leaves fall as winter invites itself in. Winter feeds illicit hunger, so that I eat the table and chairs. Boxes of illusion are then presented as an offering to hunger. Opened, they reveal the illuminati from a

Comments

[cianxylona]

i wonder how you are.

i hope that you are well.

[snoovalicious]

I love your writing..

will you be my friend?

[ruhdwulf]

Hi Snoovalicious. Of course I'll be your friend. I've been having some difficulties with LJ and with my phone line... so bear with me.

Glad you enjoy the writing.