The pink dress catches my eyes. Then like a vision:
A child jumping in a muddy puddle while her mother scolds.
Dirty and tattered is her new pink dress. The vision of innocence fades.
Like a damaged porclien, once beautiful is no more
Broken face, cracked, ugly and ravaged but this face is of flesh. Me.
I am amongst a field of people who are all in black. They're all moving gracefully like
the desert dancers of the east.
We are disembodied, energy floating like ghosts, long passed from any memory.
Lights flashing like lightning caught within a cloud.

Amongst the chaos there is a unity,
I feel a sense of peace,
my pink dress swaying, Dirty and tattered.

Jordan

The Ghostlike shapes surrounds us like sword bearing wraiths from another earth.
We keep trudging forward, lost , blind but determined. Determined to the similar likes of
Adolf Hitler or Himmler...Death.

Travelling through swamp and bog, we hold hands the whole way through the darkness,
never letting go. Like Romeo and Juliet, still holding hand after death.
Walk on. Our time has almost come to pass. Let up hope we have time.

Darkness, eyes, sounds
You....Me. A fake Eternity.


Jordan