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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Thursday, June 4, 2009

the train took her


i wonder sometimes when i lost her? as if that day my eyes were filled with tears that i became blind to what direction the train took her. I hardly remember anything about her. the clothes that hang all over the house don't even trigger the faintest of memories . she is gone. in my attempt to make her stronger i scared away. sometimes i think i hear her, in a passing giggle or a sigh but no nothing, for she was silenced by my naive ways.

Sometimes it feels like i am following her but how could that be i left her behind, kicked up dirt in her face. confused she sat on that train and now the train is gone and no one is looking for her, not even me.

3 comments:

Claire said...

the "me" you describe is one who wears my clothes too.

in another lifetime said...

Goodbyes are hard, even these inner goodbyes, especially when we realize we didn't get to say a proper one.

Perhaps she hasn't gone, but has merged with the more experienced "rest of you"?

Seth said...

Compelling, moving, and so real. Your words (and accompanying picture) are so strong.