Thoughts, Stories, Poems
Wake with the sun, and die with it…
Mitchel David Ring
Barefoot in the night, in a field washed by wind and starlight…
I was there when the world broke…
the dream is thinning…
I left a part of myself in those woods by the sea…
There wasn’t any meaning in me until you wrote my story
I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything…
Give in, she whispered. It’s inevitable…
breathe in cold vapors, ash, heat in our lungs…
Storm isn’t enough to describe it, what we resisted as long as we could…
Frantic, shaking in the dark, cold the way death is cold…
The scene is set…
This world is acid on the skin not strong, but strong enough that it cannot be ignored…
A stone tossed and turning dragging behind it the weight of all this…
It’s in the water, in the air here, the leaves not alone in their dying…
The Light is On 