She lay in agony and interest, shooting her eyes into the ceiling, I sit across, thinking, what if I was her, what if she was I, what if the whim of my existence is erased, and then re-written to feel as if I were alive in her, would a meaning and purpose be gained? or would we both be bound to the same existence, once again, in another life, in another place.

Our lifes are but fleeting moments, captured in the essence of our senses, we can remember the breeze on our skin, the smell in the air, birds chirping, these moments are all but here

The day lay in silence, the tempo of my heart beats steady at an ease, a life ahead and a story behind, I choose to not feel anything, because I am afraid of feeling everything, and thus I must enter once again into the stream of modern life, regaining purpose and losing it all at once.

The lapse of a second brings frustration and heat, the skin on my bones creates a sweat heavy in despair, a chilled wind moves my hair, I look at a point in my environment, what a beautiful thing, what beautiful things.