#1429 (#125)

if i turn my back

you will see there are no bones

and my head is grey

#1428 (#124)

life is not a thing

that can be simply defined

endlessly complex

#1427 (#123)

lonely as the wind

travels alone passing by

but never saying 

#0001 (The Opening Feature)

I noticed it as soon as I sat down.  A light at the back of the screen was reflecting off the inside of my glasses right into my eye.  As I turned to look up at the light to see where it was coming from I saw someone sat across the aisle.  When I looked again no one was there.  

I shook the thought from my head, but the light kept shining and I kept getting the feeling that there was someone there.  I could have sworn, just out of the corner of my eye, I could see them.  Facing forwards, waiting.  Yet every time I turned to check, there was no one there.

I turned to my wife and asked if we could move up a few seats.

the light behind me

the person that wasn't there

before the horror

#1426 (#122)

hist’ry yawning down

wet clay towering above

threat’ning to crush me

#1425 (#121)

tracing paper veil

flattening the scenery

real becomes unreal

#1424 (#120)

myriad birdsong

and no other sound at all

could lose myself here