The post-modern war, fueled by outrage fueled by misinformation, the sides undeclared, the enemy elusive–suspected but unknown–masked by lies, the footing of familiar territory suddenly unsure when those with the power to fight… Continue reading
Before me a ribbon of violent light: the only reminder that beyond the storming skies the world still knows day. .ellemmdee.
I saw a girl today dressed all in black. She held a black umbrella towards the sun, her face obscured in shadows, defiant towards the light. She arose in me such feelings of… Continue reading
regular interval patterns, shapes of living found in a heartbeat, a pinprick of light seen through slotted eyes–no one has to tell us this means hope. .ellemmdee.
The end and the beginning. How similar they sometimes seem. And living, but a dream. .ellemmdee.