I breathe these living lines that pierce my beating heart
And every page of these tattered books I keep
The letters stab every ounce of me.
With these sea of words that swarm their way around me
It seems that I am a part of you and as you are of me,
That we cannot do anything but to live along with this
Predestined caricature of intimacy.
2011©Agapin Edrayll
Image: Jane Eyre 1996
Image: Jane Eyre 1996
