Dry riverbed

Some days the words flow so quickly I wonder if they even belong to me at all, this outpouring river of metaphors and explanations and questions - and then the next days I am but a mute person, my words abandoning me into a silent mess, unable to express myself or summarize one mere thought- [...]

Time builds

"The days were like bricks; the months and years were large blocks of invisible stone, neverchanging and as solid as could be. He could feel the walls that time built behind him, separating him from once dear friends and leaving only the tiniest gaps, which he called memories. He knew that with every single step [...]