Based on the Gothic August prompt, 'Flickering candlelight'.
I lie awake at night,
when the light is dead,
and the shadows bleed away,
nothing left to hold them together.
Loved these lines :)
keep writing.. :)
Going to try! As long as words come, I’ll record them.
I love how this could be taking place at any point in time, and the sensation of hearing life outside of your own cocoon churning along is so deeply universal.
I lie awake at night,
when the light is dead,
and the shadows bleed away,
nothing left to hold them together.
Loved these lines :)
keep writing.. :)
Going to try! As long as words come, I’ll record them.
I love how this could be taking place at any point in time, and the sensation of hearing life outside of your own cocoon churning along is so deeply universal.