Her aura was fluid as she walked, it was like a ball of water around her
Sometimes it would flow and envelope another, encapsulate them with her in it then pull and gelatinously release them and flop back into place to only surround her
They would share space in that cell for moments, then back to her own world blobbing and bumbling along bouncing to the beat in her eardrum
The walk
The sights
The water was like rippled glass, two egrets flew by, one low, one high
Flying past as her bubble bounced alight
The man in her world always searched for her light
Where are you now, where are you?
He told her his problems seeking her sight for she was a visioner, a visioner of the future and she couldn’t see theirs too clearly, but she did see him there in that distant space looking up at her past his glasses from their long wooden table
This time she wrote while he painted
They lock eyes and smile warmly
There’s more love in that little moment right there than even two hearts can hold
24 karat molten gold ready to be cast
And that’s all she can see, just that
She’s holding on loosely, bobbing about while he moves to and fro in indescision, his crab claws gripping it all, holding onto everything: coins, strands of pearls, tickets, the excruciating pain of the past, a friend brother, her, his mom, and all their lives
Didn’t unhinge a thing, he wanted it all to hoard
Hoard her light too, but you can’t grasp light, now can you?
It bounces along like a mist of bubbles
Nimble, it scatters at grasping
Scattering and glittering, it’s gone
The water was like rippled glass
The egrets glided
One flew low, one flew high.
Copyright © 2018 Camille Elizabeth – 22 spheres ephemera
Featured art: Hydrovolcanism xCCMMx, collage & digital by: Copyright © 2018 Camille Elizabeth – 22 spheres ephemera