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In Tongues
Feb. 8th, 2003 10:26 pmDeeper in the desert. The wind is still here, melting the snow and melting all my defense against it. Something is pounding on my head.
I am haunted. It captures my words, taking all of that away. My faith is held at the mercy of a low and solemn bell.
The bells, the bells! I am so easily distracted. Bells in the desert. A deep knell rolling over the rolling of the sand.
His face was dark. He was an Egyptian with so much of the ancient time in him that I could have called him Throwback. Beautiful and cynical and distrustful. I was fascinated but not in love. Yet, he was still just outside of my comfort zone.
I want to find him here. I want him to answer me. I could show the Sky that I was real… because sometimes, though I hate to bend to the temptation, I think the Sky doesn’t always believe me.
I am haunted. It captures my words, taking all of that away. My faith is held at the mercy of a low and solemn bell.
The bells, the bells! I am so easily distracted. Bells in the desert. A deep knell rolling over the rolling of the sand.
His face was dark. He was an Egyptian with so much of the ancient time in him that I could have called him Throwback. Beautiful and cynical and distrustful. I was fascinated but not in love. Yet, he was still just outside of my comfort zone.
I want to find him here. I want him to answer me. I could show the Sky that I was real… because sometimes, though I hate to bend to the temptation, I think the Sky doesn’t always believe me.