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Forgotten, I can't seem to remember where I was going....So I wisperd to the dusty imprint of my foot in the sand.
Eyes closed for a moment, head arched back as if to look into the bowels of heaven.
I felt the light showering me, but not a drop could I see.
Dancing pictures in my mind. One by one I could see them fall, peeling from the roof of my skull, like stickers from wax paper. Images rubbed into flat wood, slowly drifting downward, spiraling like feathers caught on a hot desert breeze. Reaching the cranium floor, ever so softly kissing it upon touchdown.
One after another, so rapid the speed I had lost count.....they never piled up. Oh the beauty though,Such wonderful sites...Such wonderfull emotions....I could have lost myself in this place.....in my mind.
Just for a micro second, I opend one Eye...much like a small child pretending to be asleep, looking to see who is in the room........The sunlight rushed into my eye wih such force, making it's way into the darkroom in my mind....Like a spear, that light pierced every ounce of freedom I had. The pain, push pins by the handfull. thrusting their way outward from inside of me.