Just a humble nobody who appreciates the beauty in darkness and the complexity of the human condition.
Your eyelids flutter as your vision clears. Blurry shapes of muted colors become a dim and empty train car. The seats are old and worn, and the car feels dark and cramped. You sway gently from side to side, and feel that you are in a moving vessel. A light source is coming from the side. You sluggishly lift your head and turn toward it. It's a window.
By Luca Crow3 years ago in Fiction
We rejected the system. We each set our own rules and followed them like our lives depended on it, because they did. We were like soil and rain. Together, we created something beautiful.
By Luca Crow4 years ago in Filthy
