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Hypnos, Peter Pan, steaming coffee
Hypnos comes to steal you away. He comes in the dark to whisk you to the island of dreams, where the sunsets never end and the puffy clouds line the sky and on…
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The Dark Oak Wood
The weekend started off with hope, as all weekends do. Your laugh ringing against the tin walls of our car, the smoky tyres crunching over the cool gravel, and the wood slightly darker…
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Table 9
I stare at the table in the corner of the room. Table 9. It’s a table of four. Every night, picturesque families of four, dashing couples on double dates, old retired mates come…
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HADES
I was entirely alone, in what seemed to be the basement of the universe, without the sun, the wind, the rain. Nothing. Without light, my dark divine skin, once shining and glowing, became…
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ἀγάπη
These right here are my people. I realised standing in a room of friends today, that this right here is the dream. I am living the dream. The dream of love. The dream…
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The Fanfare / La Fanfare
The Fanfare Everything is quiet outside, everything is silent, the whole world is asleep, and I am too. Hypnos has me in his grasp until I hear the sound of the trumpet fanfare…
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Tonight, I’m writing / Ce soir, j’écris
Tonight, I’m writing. I’m writing because it’s the only way that I can cope with life. A year ago, I might have found an escape in the bottom of a bottle and if…
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Home / Chez soi
Home. Some people are born in a place that feels like home, and some of us simply aren’t. For some people, home is the house they’ve lived in all their life. For others,…
