“The one close to me now,even my own body-these toowill soon become clouds,floating in different directions.”
“His breaths, my breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.”
“A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?”
“Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.”
“He kisses me again, more insistent this time, his hands squeezing my waist. His breaths, his body, my body, we are so close there is no difference.”
“What would tomorrow bring? I wondered. Both hands on the wheel, I closed my eyes. I didn’t feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing. What would become of me tomorrow I did not know.”