Stream of Consciousness
Letter of Resignation
Letter of Resignation To all whom it may concern, I regret to inform you that this is my letter of resignation. Though my time here has not been without wonder, the hour has come. The clock has struck. It is that moment when even the quiet mouse must stir, disturbed by the great grandfather clock whose pendulum—like a great Adam’s apple, like a swinging uvula—moves within its throat and bellows its announcement through every room of the house.
By Hollow Paradice6 days ago in Confessions
Do I Ever Cross Your Mind?
I wonder, in those fragile, blue hours before the world wakes, if the ghost of my name ever catches in your throat. It is a quiet, haunting curiosity—not the kind that demands a recovery, but the kind that drips like slow rain against the glass of a soul. I find myself tracing the outlines of a life we once inhabited, navigating a map of "us" where the ink has bled into the paper, and the landmarks have been reclaimed by the wilderness of time.
By Alex Sterling 7 days ago in Confessions
