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Thursday, July 01, 2004

bed of tiles

there is an image of a girl in my head. she is lying face down on white tiled floor her face flat on the surface. she's not dead, she's just taking a rest. i wish i'm that girl.
i would love to feel the cool press of smooth stone on my face and sweet gravity sucking on my body, telling me that it's alright. that this is the end and that i don't have to fall anymore.
i would love to run my sight on the white lines dividing the tiles and tell myself that it's alright. that everything ends with the divides. that there is no point in choosing which tile i should rest my head and heart upon because all sides, tiles are cold and white and black. i am wrong i am right. it's alright.
i would love to escape the fallen body and sigh, touched at how my hair spreads on the white tiles, like spilled black poison so beautiful. it's alright, everything is fine. everything is resting. even me.
Posted by NHJ 7/01/2004 09:21:00 pm