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Monday, April 19, 2004
The Ever Floating Woman
I told her not to go.
I wasn't sure why, I just knew she shouldn't leave, an impending sense of doom I guess.
(Time is moving slowly today, I slept to long and I think I'm still asleep, at least in my head.)
I kept looking at her legs, not that they were the end all be all, I just kept looking. She was floating again; I guess she's always floating, a few inches above the floor, the transparent swans were nowhere to be found.
I just kept glancing at her legs as she floated through the crowd; she seemed taller than I remember. She seemed to be glowing as well, slightly brighter than the other people around her. I always remember her eyes whenever we seem to meet, dark and inviting, I never want to forget them but I am sure I will at some point in time.
Whenever I see her, the ever floating woman, she seems to be saying something but I can never hear the words, like all the sound around her disappears, becoming vacant.
As she left, the noise seemed to return. An angry noise seemed to penetrate the cool air, like metal scraping against bone. The noise was progressively getting louder, coming closer, I could feel it in my teeth.
Saturday, April 17, 2004
The ice in my dreams, floating, falling cold
Like my eyes in winter.
Ice the size of mountains in my dreams.
A lack there of.
Remember the light in ice? A cold blue light from within, shimmering, glowing cold and distant from miles away. Blue like the sky after a storm.
The ice in my dreams. Cold.
And then I fell into the light, cold and blue.
Slow like dying.
Friday, April 09, 2004
Marc the cat
The other day, the family cat, my cat, Marc, was diagnosed with inoperative cancer, I'm not sure of the particulars but it was suggested by the vet to put him to sleep soon before he suffered any more than he already may have. Marc was seventeen. i'll write more sometime in the future.