Often when
people are talking to me, I’m not listening. My brain has already wandered off
to some foreign valley where dreams are born and wishes come to be. I stare
blankly at their faces, smile and nod, but am not really paying attention. I’m
in flight on the back of an eagle feeling the rush of the wind as it washes my
body clean from the filth of the ordinary. I’m rolling through the grasses of a
long forgotten glen, carelessly absorbed the sweet freshness of the summer’s
innocence. I’m totally enthralled in the book I read yesterday, as still it
takes my mind into the dark depths of unknown caverns exploring the cracks and
crevices that lead to the Earth’s core.
I see your mouth
moving and watch the spit dangle from your bottom lip. I wonder if you know you
have a piece of black stuff caught between your teeth or that you already lost
me when you said hello. "Sorry...did you say something?"
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