Resin in my eyes

Another night ends with the dawn and I made it to this side again, another ghost train ride through dreams disguised as memory are consigned as these things are to history, but nothing’s simple, is it? I paddle in these streams of conscious thought splashing wildly as night so kindly falls away. Friday, time to…

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Spook

Dreams of death only to find out Caspar’s not real…

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