seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sacred closet the light on, in the closet, my shoes hit the pavement but i do not feel my feet in them...they walk entirely on their own and through the weary paths made by other feet and other shoes, attached to people with distinct faces... i dreamt once of narnia in my closet, that the hangers and coats would grow deeper like the forest and i would be taken by the white witch and breathe in the cold night air, gusts of snow frozen and suspended in a scope of stars.... but the closer i came to the answer, i only found the wall beneath my touch, the hard plaster, the shelves of gameboards closets are sacred, they are havens, they are first kisses and monster dwellings they are paths back to the answer, of a timeless question i have since forgotten 2:14 p.m. - 2001-09-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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