In my eyes

May 24, 2016

I twist my head
then crane my neck
the shadow engulfs me cooling the air as it does
my breathing quickens, and quickens
my heart races like a squirrel in taps shoes crossing a marble floor
determined and fearful
exposed and over prepared
I am supposed to be here
racing heart
rapidly expanding and contracting lungs
my thoughts, droplets of water within a vapor cloud
where am I?
I am supposed to be here
the shadow is me
I am the shadow that envelopes me
is there meaning in this?
here I stand
so why am I not here?
where am I?
I am supposed to be here.
I am rapt in the thought of me wrapped in the thought of me.
I twist and crane to get a glimpse of me until I stop
realizing that of all that I see the one thing I will never lay my gaze upon is me.



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