CALL IT THE ARRIVAL

I still can’t tell why it is called ‘morning’ shouldn’t it be called the ‘arrival’? To have dissolved through time coursed through space navigating sopor mazes; the cloudscapes,the mountainous dreams, the pockmarked nightmares and sleep-breaks like speedbumps on life’s highway? My neighbour’s car won’t start even while everyone is far gone – logging ‘Zs through… Continue reading CALL IT THE ARRIVAL