It is all too much,
Burned away,
Burned out,
As the moment passes,
But what lies beyond,
I can't say,
As I lay,
Burned out from the last,
Stuck in time,
That moment and place,
Where it was all,
Too much.
I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published.
I am also working on a Table Top RPG called Cryptix. And have really fallen in love with this project. As such a lot of my fiction right now is connected to the lore of this strange world of monsters.
My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality.
My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.
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