02-02-2008, 12:35 AM
Purple
The soul is very old and the body is very young. I lie down on my violet comforter and smell the incense roll over me, stare at the ceiling in the candle light. Breathe, I wait for the tea to take effect. The ceiling dances playfully around the flames and when I look closer, they are little white faeries. I bend my head down to kiss them, miss, and fall into the fire. Long, long down, I feel my feet immerge into a land between the lands. This is my soul and I can travel now, through time and space, to the me that were and the me that might be.
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