The night outside feels so loud in its silence,
I listen wearily, retracing old faces in my mind,
Ghosts of laughter echo through hollow corridors,
Their voices worn thin by the passage of time,
Each memory arrives like a hesitant visitor,
Knocking softly where sleep once stood guard,
And I sit beneath the weight of their shadows,
Counting the distance between what was and what remains.
Thoughts Intrusive
Thoughts Intrusive – is a new artwork, it falls into a category of my work I call Dreamscapes.
I revisit this dream world periodically, and since I’ve hit pause on social media, I have made this website the primary access point to all of my work, and I feel pretty positive about the change. So from now on, my digital artwork will occasionally creep onto this page.
Dan Verkys 