Silence

There are times I feel alone. When I can hear my own breath and the thump of my touch on the wood. It is beautiful. The moment when everything is so important, so distinct.

I write in the air to listen to the echo. For then, I hear not myself, but your thoughts.

Phases

Like dominoes, they topple

From one onto the next.. and it goes on...

The eye never lingers at the fallen.

What when the final one hits nothingness ?? Where do you look then ??

" So what do you think ? "

" I don't know. I'm not sure. "

" Why ? Are you done ? "

" No. I'm not, but I'm trying to get out of it. "

" When things seem bright, what is the problem ? "

" Maybe they are just bright to me. What if she is on the other side of the light ? "

" She will see you anyway. "

" What if I ruin it ? What then ? "

" Nothing. You walk away. "

" I don't want to. This seems right. "

Victory

is sweet.

:D :D :D :D

Prologue

Jane is beautiful. And in the rain, she is dancing. The thunder scares her, but she has nothing to worry about till she sees him, leaning against the wall, smiling at her. Jane is loved.