Sunday, May 16, 2010

Broken Hart

An excerpt of one of my earlier versions of “...and Kiss the Cold Goodnight.”
“His soul sleeps tonight. And every night. Until he can reclaim and claim a life that wasn’t his in the first place. But he wants it. He desires this fabricated world that’s falling apart before his eyes. This is the tale of a broken Hart, and his desperate realization that all he believes may simply be unbelievable. So he sleeps. Until these nightmares come to wake. Him. Up.”

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