Turn back the pages – March 2013

Time scales superimposed.

These same four walls

Contain an impossible vision –

This should never have happened,

Could never have occured.

The universe is warped, twisted

Glimpses of my self in times,

Ages, galaxies long past.

Yet watch me revel

In the bliss of a stolen life

Stood on tiptoes, leaning in.

Is it me? actions repeated,

Words I said, moves I made.

But them! They’re different

Shape-shifting beings.

Better watch my back.

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Lila

My name is Lila. I am Lila. I am she, she is me.

I am a writer, a reader. I am a listener, and a sharer. I collect things, and want to be better. I am a learner, a lover of things, a hoper.

There is a sadness in my heart, I am Melancholy. I am the mind stuck in the past, the overthinker, the forever in love.

Sometimes I paint my nails, and then I let them chip. I wear tight dresses, or give up and let it all go. I want to seduce, but still, always, be one of the boys.

I am Lila. Play of the gods. An entity of pleasure, something of a higher nature.

I’ll tell you my story, and speak it again. Everytime, I am more me, closer to truth, somewhere on this journey.

My name is Lila, I am she, she is me.

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And now I’m 25.