i cannot walk down this corridor without tears where behind each door is a memory that i visit and revisit and turn over in my hands examining the shape of what was moments sharp and clear and warm and cold and soft considering what could have been and wasn't unable to wonder what lies farther … Continue reading long cool hallway, 4
We can never be sure when exactly we are through the length of that long cool hallway; sometimes the end seems to have arrived and then darkness stretches waiting, taunting.
I am searching for a long, cool hallway that leads to a place where I can rest from the sharp mess swirling around me.
I walk toward you as through a long, cool hallway. The cold tattoos my flesh, affirms my warmth. I have long been trained to accept this chill; it does not frighten me.