May 11, 2017
after all was said and done, she would hit water, air too thin to sustain her dense ghost, cluttered as it was, noise of the air now gone lub dub sounds, an archaic hum, memory of 9 months, blurred and hazy, her shell floated, her ghost sang, melody of queries, since the big bang, what separated air from water? earth from sky? ghost from the shell? her from existence? half in air, half in water, parts of her craved for the other, is she one? Or two? air and water, one or many? after all was thought and mum, she would hit air, water too dense for her body to exist… a balance, a vital twist…