Kingdom of Paths and nocturnes

  Ever had a fever dream where everything was perfect, the world celebrated the good in everyone and living in poverty was a poet’s view of a bohemian life. I wish I could live that life now, I am hiding in a slum in the middle of a swamp in some godforsaken town. I was once an academic searching for the truth about all religion. I found something that haunts me now and I can feel the tendrils of it clawing their way into my mind. There is a storm coming and from what people are talking, its going to be bad. I see the face of that sleeping titan in the sky when I look up, he hunts for me in his dreams and now I can feel the icy touch in my dreams. I cannot sleep anymore and when I do, I am floating in the space between waking and dreaming. I float among the stars while drowning in the deepest part of the sea. I see the children of the endless crawling out of the ocean, using their ruined fingers to dig into the ground and their dead eyes looking for me. I am the only one left w...

I stood at the edge of the field looking down at the scorched earth, there was a crater in front of me made by something that fell from the sky. My mother screamed of revelation saying that the world has finally ended but all I could see what a rock that was pulsing heat. I stood there looking down at the smouldering rock, the soil around it melting from the heat. It was 4 am when this thing fell and I could feel the cold slowly creeping away from the field, the frost of early winter making my breath fog despite the heat of the thing. I waited for the sheriff to arrive; there were others who also came to see the thing. Soon I was joined by farmers and their hands looking and discussing the rock that was still radiating the heat. My mother remained at home praying like the world depended on it, I was here trying to find a way to get off the field. My neighbour Jacob forbid me to tough the damned thing on account that the sheriff would throw me in jail for tampering with such a thing...