In the middle of the night,my mind writes.It writes of dreamscapes and fantasies,of old love and new heartaches,of conversations that never happened,and stories that ended differently.It writes letters to those no longer here,and speeches I will never give.It rewrites past,and drafts future.It invents worlds,and mourns their death.My mind,in the middle of the night,does not wish … Continue reading A Writer’s Sin
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Train Dreams
3:33amI wake up completely drenched in a puddle of my own sweat. It is always the same train in my dreams every night.A massive red locomotive that arrives precisely at the moment I fall asleep.It never stays on the tracks, just runs straight through my house, through the living room, through the kitchen, through my … Continue reading Train Dreams