Wednesday, February 5, 2014 at 9:35 pm


Moments swim round like bubbles pushing to the surface, tiny, tickling worlds in memory, how I become heavy as they push past, sparkling lights lifting away, if I could touch one and possess it again, convince it that it was mine and pull it back in, breathe it, bathing light stay for a moment more before joining the sea of effervescent lives lived pushing ever to the surface away from the density of matter sinking downward like clay. If I could find you again.

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