Von

Feb 3, 2007

Layers and dots, one imposed within another, but not within.

Those swirls of energy, when they touch and there is a spark.

Images in feeling, playing across her sleeping body, but her breath was soft. Why did I see it stop?

I could feel it, and see it in the shadow moving there.

Feeling the leaving...not just the leaving.

I know that moment, it seems so small.

Then later I saw the tears in her eyes, when she told me he killed himself today. She dreamt it last week.