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Words begin to form in my fragmented mind, swirl around the base of my neck, flutter across my bare skin, caress each curve, absorb the essence of my body and grow larger with each twist and turn. They gather in groups and beautiful ensembles, singing glorious tunes. They race towards my fingertips and my hand twitches in anticipation as I bolt to catch them. Suddenly, moments before my net reaches its place, these ensembles flutter off my body, race off my fingers, and fade into the infinite atmosphere. I face towards the sky and breath in deeper to catch the essence of any few remaining, but all that fills my lungs are the heavier words weighed by their sorrow. Fragmented words separated from their companions, left to dissolve among the abundance molecules and atoms. So I bow my head and clutch my net, awaiting the next cluster of delicate, glorious words.
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Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 5:08 PM UTC
Word Hunting
Words begin to form in my fragmented mind, swirl around the base of my neck, flutter across my bare skin, caress each curve, absorb the essence of my body and grow larger with each twist and turn. They gather in groups and beautiful ensembles, singing glorious tunes. They race towards my fingertips and my hand twitches in anticipation as I bolt to catch them. Suddenly, moments before my net reaches its place, these ensembles flutter off my body, race off my fingers, and fade into the infinite atmosphere. I face towards the sky and breath in deeper to catch the essence of any few remaining, but all that fills my lungs are the heavier words weighed by their sorrow. Fragmented words separated from their companions, left to dissolve among the abundance molecules and atoms. So I bow my head and clutch my net, awaiting the next cluster of delicate, glorious words.
rooted-whispers
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Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 5:08 PM UTC
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