PawnedRook

I originally wrote this in 2001 while having a particularly insightful battle with the spinning colors and thoughts in my head while trying to sleep.  As I re-read it this morning, I am at once confronted by the harsh reality of my life.. that twelve years have passed since I wrote this and I still have a hard time sleeping.  I wrote this prose as a reflection of how my A.D.D. influenced how I created.  Anyway, here it is: Silence! These words, stirring.  Can't you hear them?  The whispers with no face, the shadows with no trace, the pictures that flash across my eyes that I can't erase.  When will it all be silent?  The specter looms, expos