Wandering in the dark nightthrough the backyard,Staring at the gray Siberian skyand hoping to spot a shooting star,he remained awakefor he was hauntedby his own ghosts,ghosts from his past,those unsettling imagesflashing before his eyes.They felt real lucid.Well, he had once believedthose could not long be concealed.They were to show,sooner or later.Nonetheless he retreated to bedwithContinue reading “Musings of a random insomniac”