mojo
04-05-2008, 06:00 PM
The Spaces In Between.
There is another world outside this pane of glass. I watch it, each day and night it passes by. Sometimes i think i would like to step over the line of salt and taste the air on the other side of the glass. But then i think it might kill me. Sometimes there are noises on the other side of the door, rapping and knocking. I think things are trying to get in but the salt keeps them at bay. The glass doesn't stop everything from getting onto my side. Sometimes i can feel the suns rays penetrating my skin. I see people too sometimes, in the distance between the tree's. They don't come any closer. Little animals have managed to enter my world, bugs and such as well, i let them live most of the time. This is my favorite room, but i need to watch out all of the windows at different times, in case they are trying to sneak up on me. At least the smell doesn't bother me so much anymore. I talk to my family as well when i remember that they are here too, but they haven't answered for a while, i think it is because of the smell. But i don't really need them, they never protected me anyway. I see those little motes of dust floating in the suns rays in front of the window pane and i can see the little spaces in between.
They are empty, like me.
There is another world outside this pane of glass. I watch it, each day and night it passes by. Sometimes i think i would like to step over the line of salt and taste the air on the other side of the glass. But then i think it might kill me. Sometimes there are noises on the other side of the door, rapping and knocking. I think things are trying to get in but the salt keeps them at bay. The glass doesn't stop everything from getting onto my side. Sometimes i can feel the suns rays penetrating my skin. I see people too sometimes, in the distance between the tree's. They don't come any closer. Little animals have managed to enter my world, bugs and such as well, i let them live most of the time. This is my favorite room, but i need to watch out all of the windows at different times, in case they are trying to sneak up on me. At least the smell doesn't bother me so much anymore. I talk to my family as well when i remember that they are here too, but they haven't answered for a while, i think it is because of the smell. But i don't really need them, they never protected me anyway. I see those little motes of dust floating in the suns rays in front of the window pane and i can see the little spaces in between.
They are empty, like me.