I don’t know where it comes from, that empathic or intutitive connection to the other worlds. Do witches and seers just happen like an oddity, by chance and without reason within a narrative? I’m not necessarily calling myself a witch, maybe witchy, at times but I have been curious. My dear…
Tag: ghosts
In the Walls
Late one night, or I suppose early one morning, a dream of the usual heartbreak, or of anger, I haven’t quite decided, stirred me awake. Sluggishly, I tossed and writhed as if suspended in some thick and viscous sap. Though I’ve never really seen a sloth, I could imagine myself one: moving gradually and in…
in search of every horizon's sun 