Thursday, February 16, 2006
which way is up?
sometimes i can see them. more now than ever before. and i can only guess that it's a good omen.
beyond even that though, i can almost feel them here. over my shoulder as i read. a slight rush of air curling around the contours of my neck and breaking against my ear. dismissive as a draft if it weren't for the slightest warming sensation. a fraction of a degree giving life to the thought that maybe they are. always watching. keeping me from ever feeling truley solitary.
a rational me tends to understand the need for conjuring. that really it's just a manifestation for something missing.
but then there are those moments when my imagination dances with the thought that maybe i am slipping away. maybe i am breaking, and not just broken. more and more, blurring what i can define as tangible and not.
but outside my own head, who can really tell me otherwise. outside my own head, it's cold.
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beyond even that though, i can almost feel them here. over my shoulder as i read. a slight rush of air curling around the contours of my neck and breaking against my ear. dismissive as a draft if it weren't for the slightest warming sensation. a fraction of a degree giving life to the thought that maybe they are. always watching. keeping me from ever feeling truley solitary.
a rational me tends to understand the need for conjuring. that really it's just a manifestation for something missing.
but then there are those moments when my imagination dances with the thought that maybe i am slipping away. maybe i am breaking, and not just broken. more and more, blurring what i can define as tangible and not.
but outside my own head, who can really tell me otherwise. outside my own head, it's cold.
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