In a womb of sand

I am here and I must say something before this fades.

Foolishly starting just after it did. To realise nothing matters, nothing does.

Smiles dont, neither do tears. Words dont and actions are written over by newer words. Everything fades; memories - people - time - needs - we fade, most of us do.

I might resurrect

I might stay within

I might shrink to a tiny seed

I might grow illusory wings

I went in

carrying with me the sound of waves

folding elaborate experiences

losing crowded - wilted - pied days

...

I shed my body to fit in the hole

along with people who clung to it

I shed fears, treasures and stories

along with those who helped building it

I am in a womb of sand

asleep with the sound of waves

I am a part of me

that shall stay when I fade

Shringi

January 25, 2011

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