Gone

Simply existing among literature new and old almost brought warmth back to her chest. Though the peacefulness didn't last too long, as the sharp sound of an impact grabbed her full attention. Luckily for her Anastasiya didn't need to search far, at the bottom of the large staircase was a woman picking herself up from the floor. What truly peaked her interest though was the old manuscript lying beside her. What could someone so young need with an old text like that? Slowly she began to move closer, hoping to catch a glimpse of the pages context.

Physics says: go to sleep. Of courseyou’re tired. Every atom in youhas been dancing the shimmy in silver shoesnonstop from mitosis to now.Quit tapping your feet. They’ll danceinside themselves without you. Go to sleep.Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inchby inch America is giving itselfto the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darknesslap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to beone body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,Psychology says: but first it has to be night, soBiology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over townandHistory says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.