My Hair In The Chopping Block

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The room was suddenly quiet, barely there, in completely stillness. There was a gaze in the air. It was thin, piercing, echoing the calmness before a huge storm. Coughing no one dare to flare. Crappy conversations were not heard. Gossip barred in the interim. Hairdryer blasting only heard in the next door. No water running. No empty field to fly to. There was just a vacuum in the corner and that’s all I saw. She waited for me to say something, a word perhaps but I wouldn’t. I was just there, staring, numb, livid, eyes red. No one dared to say a thing. No one dared to ask. No one dared not to be silent. Dejected, my soul left me momentarily, freezing for a split second in space. 

Diving in

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Diving in
I hear you calling me and
I run to you. You say my name
and I melt like butter in heat
for you.
I sit still listening to you
telling me stories.
I close my eyes, immersing in the lullabies of your voice
letting go of my existence
fading gently
giving way to your stillness
caressing your soul
your fragile air
and my body gives way.
Are you there yet my love, are you there?

© Angela Aguiar

Pic of the Day: The Floating Man

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Somewhere in Stockholm, Sweden:
Zoom, Zoom, Zoom… Num, num, num…
Are you ok?
Yes, I am.
And you? I am breathing.
Just hang on.
I am, tight.
You do the same. Just don’t drop me.
I won’t. I have you.
Thank you.
No, thank you for not falling on me.
No worries, I have your back!

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