Masterminding in the Genius Room

somnambulating thoughts

Corey had been waffling between daydreaming and almost caring for thirty-some years. His whims chased butterflies down dreamy pathways and eventually those butterflies flew into the searing white sunlight - the kind that hurts your eyes and makes your ears ring while you blink to recover your sight. Was it happy-go-lucky?

Like a forgotten tree

Lurking in the night...