Alive within me is a seeker, a finder, a mover, a story-teller, a lover, a soul - lost to the known and found in the none.
To describe such an entity is to reach through to the other side of a hidden wall. Blocked by eternity of knowledge, suffering and wonder - I sit. I wait patiently to be known. I roam to explore. I see to be. I smell to want. I touch to please. I listen to motions. I taste thy self. I am who I am. Be it as it may.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Rouge Wrist
Her hand is still warm from the words she wrote. So warm - it even bleeds. Strawberry blood down her wrist. Red sometimes looks black in the heat.
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