Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do. ~Terri Guillemets

Some days so many words rush to my head,

But I don't know how to say them
So I write them instead


Wednesday, October 6, 2010

I stand up upon the cliff top and look down at the raging sea.
I can see bits of me being crashed against the rocks.
Oh look, there goes my nose. Shwoosh, theres my toe.
I am distracted by something.
My mind.
Instead of going towards the rocks, my mind is floating out to sea.
Where is going? Will it return?
'COME BACK' I yell.
But on it floats.
Running along the cliff tops I am screaming for my mind.
'PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME'
I stand at the very edge of the cliff, panting, watching the fading dot that was once my mind.
What now?



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