"B"
Mixing memory, imagination, and reality can cause a violent chemical reaction. My head ached as the bones of my skull seemed to split open. The illusions of dying danced like stars before my eyes, like golden threads of sunlight which were impossible to catch.
Only the image of "B" kept me moving forward. Its been a long time since you've crossed my mind, been even longer since we've past words.The wind stopped. The yellow grayness of the world before me settled down to earth. All I thought about was the distant sound of music as her small voice sang an old sea shanty. Her trembling voice matched the trembling of her fingers as she led me along. I followed carefully, as though the two of us were crossing a single plank bridge. She took me to a place that was thick with flowers, and again I heard her voice singing to me.
" My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold."
How could I have forgotten...
How could I forget my first love like a day dream...
