I knew at some point it would end. As all things do, truly. Leaning towards entropy, decay. Getting older is but another synonym for dieing. I'm okay with that, I have to be, but when the night stretches long it's harder to believe in that truth.
As my eyes get heavily blood-shot and half lidded, the subconscious expands and brings with it some self realizations. As if, 'I could do this...', 'I could make these things...', as if tomorrow I wouldn't be that much closer to death. But I will.
I will.
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It seems this blog has evolved into something different from what was originally intended. Evolved for the better I'd say.
Below are... chapters - for lack of a better word - of a series of stories I write. Most of the stories take place in the little (fictional) town of Sowell Pike in Collin's County. A rural part of the upper southern region of the US.
Welcome and enjoy, check back regularly (or follow the facebook links) to see what's happening in our pleasant little town. Because it is ours, Reader, it belongs to us, though all we can do is hold tight and see what happens next.
Below are... chapters - for lack of a better word - of a series of stories I write. Most of the stories take place in the little (fictional) town of Sowell Pike in Collin's County. A rural part of the upper southern region of the US.
Welcome and enjoy, check back regularly (or follow the facebook links) to see what's happening in our pleasant little town. Because it is ours, Reader, it belongs to us, though all we can do is hold tight and see what happens next.
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