C.F. Barrington

“Are you sure that we are awake?

It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.”

Life lingered in her.

How long did it linger?

Maybe it’s just me who lies beside her each night, broken, depleted, waiting for life to linger no more.

Maybe it’s just me who lies beside her each night, broken, depleted, waiting for life to linger no more

My life has been defined by tragedy and yet I begin with hope.

A woman who captivated me from the moment we met.

‘Humans have forgotten how to be nocturnal,’

“Are you sure that we are awake?
It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.”

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