Wednesday, 31 October 2012

At Halloween

the layers between the worlds are thin.
And all those who are gone reach back with thin fingers, and whisper in our ears "feel me, feel me". And even children sense their presence, and grow afraid to enter rooms in the dark by themselves. Thin tendrils of past being touch us, and remind us both that we are mortal and life is short, and that nothing is completely lost.

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