Space – The Unsigned Writer

Forest Boy

How can you fall in love with what is not real? I must ask the stars what they think of this sensation. It is hard to navigate with a compass that has gone off course. Thinking of the boy I met in the forest. A million days before and a million miles from here. Ask…

Ink Wave

It is so empty in this room that even the noise has abandoned the space. There is nothing alive inside except for myself and the shadow that I cast. It is just a cube with one door and the door has been sealed by the silent. No sunlight comes to visit, for there is no…