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november child

the curse of a sentimental heart & a skeptical mind

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confusion

Fading

I have become more translucent
the moment I got together with you,
fading out of substance,
and into an undefined background.

I have to look harder now
to see myself when I look
into the mirror to search
for the woman
I find more difficult
to remember on a daily basis.

How surreal she seems,
the bold one
who danced without restraint,
questioned nothing and everything,
and was dangerously free.

 

© Novemberchild
photo credit: via Student Art guide

 

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Foggy

A film of moisture
covers the window
as silken filaments
of fog wrap around
the building,
hovering,
waiting
for my thoughts
to take on
the same vague quality.

 

© Novemberchild
Photo credit:  Edwin van Buuringen via Flickr

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