Sunday, November 13, 2005

Sea Foam

When I'm beside you, do you see me? When I speak, do you hear me? There are times when I find myself fading from this world when I fade from your memory. Only I see myself, only I hear myself, only I feel myself. And if no other can say the same thing for me, then surely I am known only to myself. An apparition seen only through the corner of the eye. A ghost wandering aimlessly looking for salvation, for purpose. As ethereal as a soul, as fleeting as a thought, as infinitesimal as a dot. Who am I without you?

I am nothing more than your imagination. Stop imagining, and I cease to be who I am. I disappear.

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