Oblivion.
At times I contemplate the pros of dying. I wish for it. I long for it. I grow impatient. I consider making it happen. I have nothing to fear. What is the…
Oblivion Come At Last
The voice from my throat growled above the clamor of my brother’s 78 Skylark, “You said women?” “Yeah, Billy, lots of women, just across the bridge in…
Captain of a Lower Berth
Oblivion. That’s what I’d hoped for, but apparently old souls don’t die. Tuesday night, around 5:45, I laid down to rest and felt the fade, like all of my self…