The shredded page

You walked into the room and I forgot to breathe. It was that simple. My life from that day on would not belong to me anymore. I became part of another world. A chapter, a page of a strange, wonderful book. I simply ceased to be. Hours were seconds, minutes were months. Days were bathed with a strange light that filtered through unusual places. I absorbed your words and inhaled your thoughts. I did not feel my own skin. My voice sounded strange, it was soft and feeble and I panicked thinking you might not hear me. I became the ivy that clung to your walls, an unwelcome pestering weed that showed up at any time, in any season.

Through the veil of my obsession I could see what I was doing but was unable to stop. Invisible chains tied me down, I was afraid to make a movement and break the spell. The veil of my obsession blurred reality and I was startled when the book closed ... when the page I used to be was torned into tiny pieces and laid scattered upon your rug.

Copyright 2010
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Clouds

Clouds are everywhere,

On my hair, on my lips.

My skirt is a cloud, soft and weightless.

I am making a chain with salt water beads

to adorn my neck, my ankles and wrists.

I am searching for Freedom.

I am boarding the vessel Mist has made for me,

I am floating, drifting. I'm beginning to be... 

Copyright 2010

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