Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
Little feet sleepwalk on the hardwood floor between worlds creating a whisper of a wisp as they run. Childhood laughter hides in every corner haunting me. How I would die to see them again. How I would give my soul to see them whole.
The door opened creaking on its hinges to nothingness on the other side.
A black void of silence.
Face to face with this lore that has haunted me since my mother disappeared, I swallowed back my fear prepared to take a step inside, but hands as twisted as shadows pulled me in.
Spin me a conundrum
A question of sanity on a thread
Twining in my nightmares
Twisted moods of dread
Motives complicating
The answers nowhere near
Driving touch of lunacy
To make the Game of Fear
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 