A lost child

I was looking right at him. But he just wasn’t there. I could touch him. But he just wasn’t there. I could tell him that everything is going to be all right. But he just wasn’t there. He could yell at me. But he just wasn’t there. I’m here. I just need you back!

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Tulsa – Part 5 of Through the Gates

I get the fuck out of the hospital. I don’t know where I am or where I’m going, but maybe I’m thinking my best option would be to get out of the city, find a job, and see if I can figure out who I am. I’m walking through the badly designed hospital parking lot…

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Am I Under Arrest – Part 3 of Through the Gates

I’m lying down again. The air is still, cool, and smells weird, inauthentic somehow. Antiseptic, the air smells too clean. My eyes flutter open, everything is white or some other neutral but equally boring colour. I’m in a bed. Was this all a dream? My head feels OK, but my thoughts are slow. I have…

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