Eternal Embrace
Hollowed
The Mending
Before the Storm
Facing Inward
The Trip
The Quiet After
Synthetic Reverie
The Weight
Rooted Awakening
Before Sunrise
Shared Silence
The Divided Self
The Space Between Us
The Burden of the Abyss
These start as things I see with my eyes shut.
Some of them are tender and some of them are not, and I have given up sorting them into two piles. A dream never tells you which kind it is until you are already inside it.
Most are drawn in one line, without lifting, because that is how they arrive — all at once, or not at all.