Thomas Ray

Abstract puzzling writing, I think. Pretentious insanity

Do you ever start writing something and just pause and wonder "what the heck am I writing?"

Lost in nostalgia.

You know the drill by now.

I said I'd revisit it, so here I am.

Currents and books and shut-ness

Happy? Maybe someday.

A girl stuck in the well-lit confines of her city and home, and a boy far away living with his silent people in the dark. Both want to learn of the unknown around them.

"Are you afraid of the dark?"

Brother and sister. Writing.

I don't know what to put here

An author wasting his time?