Sitting here it’s quiet or it should be, Tinnitus is troubling me. The constant wringing in my ear let’s me know it’s still here. When it’s quiet or I go to sleep up it let’s the volume creep until this crescendo peeks with pops and bangs and then it hangs right here in the middle … Continue reading Tinnitus
On the Edge of Sleep
On the edge of sleep not going too deep where awake and unconsciousness meet. Where dreams are starting to seep into and out of low level sleep. Images come and go, no one familiar, no one you know. Body heavy unable to move, myoclonic twitches permeate the being in a sensory world no one else … Continue reading On the Edge of Sleep
Rhythm of the Ink 
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