The hills are alive with the monsters of time....
My eyes decieve me, I must use my ears to navigateI'm afraid to look too hard for I may not see the truth
Its stares at me like a child
I'm not quite sure what to make of it.
Is it possible to see without looking?
To know without acknowledgement?
I fear my sight will lead me in a direction I'm not ready to take.
My minds eye opens to see her standing before me
Arms inviting like the rays of the sun
My arms close around her and she disappears
Never like rays, only like fog
Not really here, never really gone
Like a familiar ghost
I drink in her scent of rememberance
The pain of reminders
Until I open my eyes to sleep again.
posted by jtothek @ 11:35 PM
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