Afraid of what might happen next. Shadows lurking around every corner. A shadow that stands alone, follows every movement you make. Surprise choreographed motions. Whistling can't soften your fear. Maybe because you can't whistle. Nothing is what is seems. Soft spoken words caress the face. You're trapped under the spell it creates around you. Heart becomes impaired when the shadow overpowers it. As it comes out of lurking it doesn't follow procedure. It falls in love with your fear and your face. No longer standing alone but standing with you. Then suddenly not standing at all. But flying. The shadow whistles as you sing. Moving through the clouds makes the shadow disappear and you fall to the ground, singing all the way. He lurks around every corner like before. Can't come out and overpower you closely, only keeping you in fear from a distance. You go on as you once did. Forgetting that you once flew.
January 20, 2007
Sarah
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