I was looking at the map. The place you are now
makes the distance between us shorter. So short that in a different layer of
time I would have probably jumped in a cab and run to the airport. So, I wouldn’t
have been so many miles away. I would have been there. Walking among flashes
and lights that would have been carved their places within the chemical reactions
of what we call remembrances. While I was looking at that map “me” in my head
was smiling. The very feminine me,wearing a large brimmed hat, was smiling. And
the long hair was blown by the wind while gently covering and revealing the
jawline, edge of neck and the shoulder; and the fingers smoothly keeping the
hat’s brims. As if she was posing for a fashion magazine. That image residually
remained in my visual cortex for long. She was being me, while I was watching
myself.Monday, April 22, 2013
Cartomancy
I was looking at the map. The place you are now
makes the distance between us shorter. So short that in a different layer of
time I would have probably jumped in a cab and run to the airport. So, I wouldn’t
have been so many miles away. I would have been there. Walking among flashes
and lights that would have been carved their places within the chemical reactions
of what we call remembrances. While I was looking at that map “me” in my head
was smiling. The very feminine me,wearing a large brimmed hat, was smiling. And
the long hair was blown by the wind while gently covering and revealing the
jawline, edge of neck and the shoulder; and the fingers smoothly keeping the
hat’s brims. As if she was posing for a fashion magazine. That image residually
remained in my visual cortex for long. She was being me, while I was watching
myself.
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