Tag: free choice #1
A Sea of Fragments
When I look into the mirror, I cannot help but do so with a tense kind of anticipation. My nerves gush forth in waves of intense trepidation, a salt water sea filling my lungs[…]
the vanishing girl
“i don’t even know who you are anymore,” you tell me. “oh, but i think you do,” i reply. “and i think that you are afraid of what you see; i can feel that i[…]