I don’t like where this path is trending. The cold air pressing against my back despite it not being winter. The flickering light of day reveals something in the shadows. Another moment has passed away. I can feel the void beneath the earth’s decay.
Published by David W. Jones
David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.
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