It’s a warm April night, and the clock is striking four. In the break of dawn, I turn the cold doorknob to my mother’s room. His...
I was listening to an old song by Bob Dylan. I didn’t really care about the lyrics, I was just lost in the melodies. Until a...
“Addiction is the only prison where the locks are on the inside”, what a powerful way to express the nature of addiction. As a matter of...
The heat was unbearable to say the least, a suffocating hand squeezing the very air from my lungs. As if eternal damnation wasn’t torture enough for...
I was walking in this single-file tunnel for an endless period, unsure of what had brought me here or how to escape, and seriously starting to...
