Darkness Until Dawn

One foot in front of the other We all sprint for the finish line. Key in the ignition The pistons fall into motion Neuron charge to neuron charge My head goes round in circles I wanna run the distance It’s oh so long a trail Paranoid I turn my head And there you are a following I wanna be beautiful too Just like you The engine runs But it’s falling apart Frightened, I turn to you Running my fingers down your face Tracing something that can’t be traced Following an invisible course Into your consciousness I find my place Down here in front of you Reaching up through space To try to reach into your consciousness I cannot break your consciousness So close and yet so far Carefully, slowly, my finger withdraws Fill this pause up With words that remain unsaid All the world up in your eyes Break me, hate me, just hear my words! I know your future holds great things And I’d never wish to destroy what it brings I won’t blame you if you run… I will still find my way when this is done. All I desi...

Inspiration is a demon And it watches me. I’d rather not hear the clock. When fingers move of their own accord I fear the consequences. Check, check, recheck. I’d like to have fewer opinions Yours or mine, It makes no difference. When fingers are like machine guns… Then you have a problem. Why they move, I do not know. Yet they insist on doing so. ©️ 2025, Accountec, LLC

     This iz yor FABORITE arachnid here, Spidey! A warm shout out to di Angels ob di Nort Wing ob di castle. Serbin di fiercest since 1969! 

     Again, this is not an advice or gossip column. But I will say this: you know someone with a dissociative disorder, you don't mess with it. It's not a good idea. Playing with fire. If you have to, you keep them grounded, you don't try to save them. There is no saving someone in dissociation. You can tell from the eyes. The faraway look. Sometimes it is simply a chemical or drug reaction. For me it's not that simple.      I've seen it with other people. A man with PTSD. War vet. Faraway. The Theranos founder. Never met her. No doubt in my mind that she was dissociating. You don't do that much, go that far, have such a dark past, fool that many people, or crash that violently without disconnecting and reconnecting to reality. If she doesn't have a dissociative disorder, then I'm Donald Trump.      That said, I think I have it all mapped out. Now I'm going with numbers, to protect my privacy. Anyways, there's 8. I have the origins and the ac...

Your Presence is like a smile in my soul When darkness preys on my mind I think of you and my heart is warm.   Your voice is like a song in my heart The words are verse and the tone is the melody It makes me strong just to hear you call   Your eyes are the looking glass I hold dear Within them I see everything that we are A gallery of memories shining brightly through   Dance with me, we’ll make our own tune Laughter that echoes louder than a symphony And more sweetly then the finest chimes. It echoes forever through the sands of time. ©️ 2024, Accountec, LLC

For Ashes, life was always about the spark. The hard part was avoiding a wild fire. With the spark, everything was meaningless. But after a wildfire, there is nothing but death remaining. Ashes had seen a few wildfires in his time. In fact, that is how she found him. It had been a day like any other day, back in another lifetime, when he had used a different name and lived a completely different life. Flames of hatred came down on him daily, until they consumed him. When there was just a shell of a person left, he was thrown out of the home he had known and was to never return. So he wandered aimlessly, a broken shell looking for something that broken people can’t find: love, compassion, acceptance. He worked odd jobs and found shelter where he could. It wore on him. Always a different place, low pay, total isolation.  He found himself in a store, staring at the food on display, yet with no coin to buy any. It would be so easy just to take some. He was so very hungry and discourage...

 There was a loud impact not 30 yards off, followed by something or someone crashing through brush and over rough terrain. Then Ashes realized that there was not one, but two creatures hurtling straight towards him, obscured by thicket and trees. As his ears attuned to the chaos, he realized that one was chasing the other, though the front runner moved with agility and much greater speed. At the same time, he heard a loud bird call in the distance, which could only mean that Diamond was moving towards with all haste. For a split second Ashes’ mind went from the runners to Sarah to Jenn and back and forth until suddenly he began breathing again and clarity and context returned to his consciousness.  Eddie burst out of the brush, his tongue lolling despite himself. Jess could be heard whimpering not far behind. For a moment they just stared at each other, Eddie eying the tree line across the road and Ashes too stunned to react.  “Hey there!” a sweet voice called. Eddie and ...