#sleepsequence

Last night, I stood in a circle of salt. I couldn’t remember why I entered, but I knew not to leave until someone called my name.

He never did.

It's like a ghost. A mist of air I see reliving the only memories I give to it. A slight energy, strong enough to have eyes closed to feel it, but not loud enough to be felt in reality. If I wander my eyes, I can see it. Opening a door not only to a room by to a heart no longer alive. Pulling the last protection given to put itself in the objects place. I cherish the mist here, for in ways, it can not fully cherish me. Though, over there I see it, facing the sky, hair sleeked back, as it cleanses itself, not knowing I see it in it's natural clothes. A piece of cloth to gather the rest, a smile in realization of where I have wandered. An offering smile, I kindly refuse.