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Archive for March, 2015

The Long Road Home

She levitates delicately above the blue haze of her consciousness.

Taking only fleeting moments to indulge her senses in earthly pleasures.

With eyes closed time passes slowly.

Everyday blurs into the sameness that fades and drags her inevitably back to ground.

Cars hum by,

tires kiss wet asphalt,

the wind gently rustling her hair, tangling her thoughts,

sweeping with it cold that kisses across bitter chapped lips

Where does this road go?

Will everyday make it’s long procession slowly

into a quiet oblivion,

an oblivion that will turn greens to gold and wither away with the passing days

She loftily yearns for the brightly burning passions of her youth, but the memories are sharp,

jaded by the fiery sting of hard won battles, wrong turns and scars.

Time stands still.

Hours hang meaninglessly leaving wide gaps between what once was

and what will be.

It’s time to push the clock forward.

The radio repeats the same song, skipping and fading into low slow static.

The static creates a hum

that lulls her back to sleep,

back into closed-eyed levitation,

where does this road lead?