I wrote a short story about the Earth and the overwhelming pain that it feels as we continue to destroy it through the eyes of a girl chosen by the Earth to exact revenge on humanity for it's mistakes... Narrator empties nightmares from dream catchers. A narrative poem. A narrative of a person with depression. Highlights the strength every day takes. Immersing yourself into the realm of the soul. (Sorry it's long) Narrator's perspective on hallucinations from sleep paralysis. Narrative from an insomniac's perspective. Short story about people who don't know each other well but have the same silent confession to each other. Surrender shone dimly on her skin A story unravels from the end to the front and back again round and round.
Two souls. One man he other a boy. Find happiness together again. A short narrative poem about the comforts of writing. I sleep when it is dark and wake up when it is still dark. And it's a process.
Source: https://lucid-gland.tumblr.com/post/183892955299/mornings-a-process 日月盈昃，辰宿列张。寒来暑往，光阴如泉水一样不停地流逝，长年累月，一眨眼多么岁月在我不知不觉的状态中这么过了！许多记忆都如烟一样的朦胧，都是得以轻而易举地淡忘掉，但那段难以忘怀的回忆却一直荡漾在我脑海里，就犹如已经烙印在我心里，使我刻骨铭心，永生不忘… 那么多年了，风眠你还会认得我吗？ 风眠是我多年志同道合的朋友，有着同样觊觎已久的梦想，而我们俩总在一起坚持不懈地追求一样的理想生活。“敬荃，我们俩... The Anti-hero is given the spotlight. It's not always just being scared. The little demons in your head want you to give up, maybe for forever, and sometimes, they drag you all the way down. < br/>Full length can be read in draft at <a href="http://incrediblesubstantial.tumblr.com/post/151202984964/lappel-du-vide" target="_blank">incrediblesubstantial.t..</a> 夜未央，时针缓缓地转动，而难以入眠的我随着时钟发出的声音辗转反侧。金蛇飞状霍闪过，辉煌的雷电宛如一颗子弹，从黔黑的乌云轰轰研研地射了出去，打破夜晚陶醉的静谧。外面的苍穹开始下起了迷蒙细雨，我边从我的床上坐了起来，边聆听着雨点淅淅沥沥。那些飞溅到窗框的雨点发出滴滴嗒嗒的声音，也渐渐平抚我烦躁的心情，沁人心腑。遥望着对面的组屋，每一间家户都灯火阑珊， 眼前的一幕是多么的昏暗与平静呀！不知有多少人错过了... who could possibly think like this? I hope she remembers too. The struggles of humanity combatted by its greatest strength.