06.24.03
i want to be buried in a valley between my breasts
I was thinking this phrase over an over again when I woke up this morning, seeing an image of me looking up from a long narrow corridor, the grave between my breasts which rested above like soft hills. my coffin, wasn�t there but a feeling that everything was white around me and that I was wearing a hoop skirt in this space...that this space above me, in me, was made distinctly of metal sheeting and would only continue to look up into a white sky and those hills above.
it repeated itself in my head for thirty minutes, again and again until I wrote it down sometime as the sun started to rise.
the thought is still lodged there, firmly
shi-ou-sama at 12:24 a.m.
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