I’ll Sing Them for You

One day while walking he had stepped on the breeze and it had cracked. The breeze was a long entangled chain. The crack spread to spaces unknown.

And then people said no one spoke to them.

Evaluating The Headphones

He pressed his fingers into her thoughts. He infused different hues of sadism into her memories. If she’d scream he still remembers her.

She had crashed into silence the last time he remembered her voice.

A Short Essay on Perception

All his echoes were endless and moist. The morning dew accumulated on his echoes. And when the lights filled up the dew, his voice would shine throughout the realm. Bright. Much too bright. The Ultra-Violet rays of repetetive sounds.

People wore sunglasses to save their ears.