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She stretched her hand to touch the sun.
Can I just write anything, any where? Now, I am sure I can’t! Sometimes, some things are better kept untold or at least one must find the proper grounds for their expression. Like that rainy night! You know, when you slit through my window. Do you remember, water was dripping on your face, then I started shaking and we both laughed?
Do you remember that we saw a shadow of a frog in the distance and at that moment my heart clicked? Do you remember the dance of the shadows?
Some things are very late to happen and some things never happen at all. And the touch, the way you never grabbed my hand! The way you didn’t care about the thorn in my finger and the way you never kissed my wound. Those were all meant to remain untold for a long time. Do you remember the cactus you almost bought for me but you didn’t since we had that cat!
Do you remember when our hands first touched and I prayed for magic but it never came!! You cried that night and then a bird came to visit me. Do you remember the white bird that had no message and you decided to shoot it! I made a nice stew out of it and then suddenly there was this weird sound in the corner of the room where I used to sing. You ordered me to be quiet but I didn’t listen. I was still too free at that time but you screamed and I lost my freedom.
I’ve been sleeping on a cold, cold floor ever since. Ever since you killed that frog and cut my tongue. Do you remember the second bird who came to visit me and you fed it my tongue? I have been quiet ever since with a slow, slow shadow that follows me fast.
How far can I go with no tongue while my hands are bleeding? I miss the warm floor I used to sleep on in my memory. You were not there, so you can’t remember! It was warm and I was not alone, but there was a mean frog that needed more space. And I wasn’t sure! I’m never truly sure of what I want. I always miss what I used to have, but you are always there. What if one day I miss you too?
I don’t like sleeping on a frozen ground. Cold I can do but frozen, NO! I think every where would be just frozen, if you are not around. You see, you are still the only thing linking me to life! It’s not the Fish, nor the promise of the tulip ground.
I must be freezing some where and your hand feels warm. I’m too lonely and afraid. Do you remember the Frog never came back and water was still dripping down your face? You were beautiful then, you still are beautiful. Now, that I think about it, you do have warm hands.
I’m the empty one, the cold one. I never learned how to dance and you were too lazy to teach me. I once danced on fire, you know! I bet you’ve never done that. That was the most daring thing I have ever done. I’m not that brave now but I’m not as cold either.
Do you remember that day that our hands touched? There was the promise of a blue moon, maybe yellow. I’m still looking out the window. I’m stretching my hands. I don’t have a tongue but I can still taste the rain on your face while looking through the window.
