Each second that ticks,
Echoes of the past grow loud,
Future fades to grey.
How does it work?
More stories from JR Young and writers in Poets and other communities.
Mastery comes only from understanding; to understand one must accept they know nothing. Mastery is the road that begins in ignorance and has no end.
By JR Young4 years ago in Fiction
Lying on the floor, CDs are spread out around me. Some are in their cases, while others are bare. My music player softly pumps out melodies into the air.
By Amethyst Champagne6 days ago in Poets
Feet on the floor. Shoulders soft. That’s enough. Instructions for Letting a Feeling Arrive Do not hunt for it. Feelings can hear footsteps.
By Flower InBloomabout 15 hours ago in Poets
"The music is too loud." "It is." "Why did we come to a bar?" "Why not?" "It's loud." "We can dance." "Nobody's dancing."
By Paul Fingl6 days ago in Fiction
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