Turbatio.

"There's a story at the bottom of this bottle, and I'm a pen."

Distant from
today.
Distant from
yesterday.
Never
knowing
if
it's
real.

Drifting in a sea of glass,
I drink it down,
drink it down.
Shards of amber
from my past
in my mouth.
On my hands.
Floating on the sparkling waves
of
brilliant pain
and blinding
rays.
Unfinished.

Vanessa ((

Open.

"When you're only eighteen, and you've got nothing to lose..."

Sitting on a small ledge in a grove of trees reminiscent of the Wood Between the Worlds, the breeze softly dances with my hair. Looking up through the tree tops, the moon peeks out at me; we play hide and seek among the branches. I lean my head back against the tree, and it's really there. Rustling leaves play me a song as I slowly drift, eyes half-closed, mind half-open. Crickets and nighttime birds join in harmony with the wind as I float out of my body and to another world. Give me no sunrise.
Starlight is beauty enough for me.

Vanessa ((