Day: February 21, 2017

In My Mind

via Daily Prompt: Hideout Without my consent, I creep each night into the space of my thoughts.  When it is dark, what “could have beens” tumble into what is.  Time has slipped by, reminding me of what is incomplete, unthought of, or ruined.  Generational failure drifts as a glimpse into what should have been.  Long…