I watch the sparrow, but can no longer hear its song. It seems everyone has something to say, and the noise now lives inside of me. Overwhelmed, I shake my head from side to side, but to no avail. I cannot break free. How I long to hear the sweet birdsong...
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My monochrome life. Shrill beeps are always the first sounds my ears hear, followed by an illogical frenzy to get ready to meet another shades-of-grey day. Toes painfully cramped in their black shoe cages pound the cold, grey concrete. A darker grey build...
The Web
Caught in the web of a mystical land.He just could not fathom it. It just looked all wrong. In the darkness the spider's web glowed in the moonlight. But it was wrong somehow. He thought that there were to be too many concentric cirlces, too closely woven together towards the centre, it wa...