Auto Pilot

Autopilot

Fingers meander absently, mindlessly, naively down QWERTY Lane, telling tales of woes of others onto digital paper. Conscious unconsciousness. Sleepwalking, daydreaming, wandering off into dark alleys where thoughts lurk behind pillars shaped like past bodies and faces, grotesque and looming, stalking, pulsing in excited anticipation of pouncing, screaming, pounding, shrieking assault. They are happy. Their … Continue reading Autopilot

Fear is a Coward

Fear is a Coward

Funny thing I notice about Fear. He’s big and bad and burly while he’s at home lurking in my what-ifs and what-mights. He pokes at my stomach until I’m nauseous. He pounds on my chest until I can’t breathe. He shakes me and rattles me until I’m dizzy. He yells at me until I’ve relived … Continue reading Fear is a Coward