Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Irregular Periods Perimenopause

I feel the wind blow - Satya Marino

I hear the wind blow through my hair

,

footsteps far and near,

a nonexistent peace

and the smell of wet earth.

My body is wrapped

a blanket shivering,

my hands

collect raindrops and

I look

facing the void.

are lost among these people

around me,

that touches me, hits me, pushes me.

words, speeches, puffs

bounce on my face.

And I in the crowd,

with the crowd,

in the crowd, I quickly

disappearing.

confusing.

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