https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/dudessa/Thoughts fly by so quickly that I find myself struggling to capture them and make some truth out of them. I call them my fictional version of my dreams. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/dudessa/680905Is this fiction? Here, as I watch the insense burn into ash and suddenly my pen speaks... I notice my own shirt worn backwards and printed on it a figure of a skeleton. A metaphor perhaps? Like smoke, it rises as I watch it lurk into a body that has a life of its own. I myself an audience. I sit...