If the curvature is positive we clash forever and ever. Negative, we tear each other apart. In the night the small hours of the morning grow large. The shadow had battled with the light and lost, but this victory is nothing more than a mirage, for darkness always returns to even out the score.
Walking home that night darkened hues crept alongside my hollow footsteps. My mind was full of strangers screaming in foreign tongues; of children being burnt at the stake; of tortured souls whimpering from the lashes and the beatings. I thought of sun-bleached bodies boiling on crucifixes, of blood, and of fire.
I will sleep easy tonight, for dead gods grant no miracles.
Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021Continue reading
One more for the road. Nobody enjoys the end of a spent good time.
Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
This will probably be the end of my Haiku spree over the past few months, for the time being at least. I’m going to be focusing more on stories, services, and other bits and bobs in the new year. That being said, hope y’all have a happy new year celebration and wish you all the best! 🎆🎆🎆🎇🎇🎇🎊🎊🎊Continue reading