Dark Process
First, I think a thought. It is a shadow at dusk. Rarely is it the sun’s clear light. So, I write the shadow. I put a full stop. I sit and wait for light. Nothing. I am used to n
Voice of Intent
I do not know myself. I act without thinking, like a chicken running with its head cut off. I brandish my sword, stab others, and feel remorse. I do not learn from my mistakes. I m