Here's a little blurb...I call myself a writer so I figured I should put something up.
From my journal:

That Light

"That light that grins topsy-turvy over a fallen chair, smiling in a designed oblivion. Plays with your mind, fondles your heart, shatters the taped window that cracks a little more with each chill. That light that keeps illuminated the one frail candle, keeping it alive and burning the darkness into oblivion: writhing, screaming, flailing. That light that paints your mask, "beautiful and grotesque," that hides the serpentine flickers of a darting tongue, the cat-like meandering yet fixed eyes, the hunger and the need for survival; for self; for selfishness. That light that keeps you from descending, yet tortures you with its false promise."


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