Fueling the Flames

Three nights ago, I had a dream. In this dream, I was in a war zone. This war zone was contained within a massive warehouse, which extended out as far as I could see. After a time, I came upon a wooden staircase, and ascended up into an attic. It seemed to be a workshop… Continue reading Fueling the Flames

a small confession

My eyes are often open, but it is rare that they see. This morning, I saw fear. I thought I didn't know fear, that I somehow lived bravely. The outcomes in my experience weren't consistent with that analysis, but I brushed it off. I'm not afraid, it was just that simple. But maybe I couldn't… Continue reading a small confession