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she laid here, motionless, for more than a day before i realized she was gone. what could it be like- yearning for the brightness, some undefinable desire that draws you near... a need to get closer.

double-edged sword- a trap, a trick. a temptation... so overcome with mysterious intensity. how could she fathom the destination, only knowing it through her imagination...

she laid down here, finally arriving. resting... finally. what else was left to do? nothing, but lie there, close to the heat, allowing the warmth to seep inside. the heat becomes more severe. an influx of energy, escaping that which was her destination, now creating a home inside what once defined her. the more that enters, the less she has left to keep to herself in solitude.

solitude.. how comforting.


when you try to escape, you really want someone to follow you. solitude is something that you can only find by yourself.

joshs@newdream.net