The silence is deafening. No life. No movement. Unsettling. Hear myself breathe. In. Out. Rhythmic. Darkness throughout. No light. Shadows dance. Unsettling. The clock's hands move. Tick. Tick. Rhythmic. Too tired to move. Too tired. Crave sleep. Weary. Heart beats loudly. Lub dub Rhythmic. Eyes slowly shut. Thoughts drift. Dreams begin. Weary. Breaths much deeper. Slow. Soft. Rhythmic. Asleep.
This blog by Linda Brailean was created to express her feelings, facts and fiction with written and visual expressions. She hopes to ignite inspiration. Through words and art, she expresses thoughts, feelings and experiences through the many chapters of her life. From the eyes of a child, parent, grandparent, widow; through transitions; to exploring and expressing as she embraces new chapters. Experience made her who she is today. She continues to learn who that is.