There’s an intelligent forcefield waiting for me at the threshold of my front door, it casts a repelling magnetisation from the world, pressurising self-containment inside the prison of my home.
I’ve flirted with madness, snuck a few of his cigarettes but these brief interactions were always somewhat respectful one-night stands, everyone returning to their assigned places once the sun began to rise again. The rules have changed.
The sky inches towards darkness, warm and inviting hues left over from the Autumn day are fading, slowly giving way to a cold blue the same shade as the slamming steel of a prison cell door. (click image to view full post)