the threads in her head

lullaby of a witch that draws me to sleep-

Listen. Do you hear the witch's call?

No. Don't perk your ears up for it. Lie down. Breathe. Close your eyes. And listen.

I am caught. Snared by it. The song of the witch lulls me on. It's sending shivers down my spine, but I have no need to run. It's my friend.

In a trance, walk on. Would you like to follow me? Let's go see the witch. She's very beautiful. Do you know that? She's so heart-achingly beautiful...

Let's go on.

We've reached. Can you see her? No... relax. Here, sit against this stone. Now close your eyes. Hum. Let that lullaby flow through you, going through you in its raw form. Don't try to control it. Let it flow and ebb through you. It will never overtake you. Now open your eyes slowly.

I can't get to her. There she is, right in front of me, but I can't get to her. Every step I take takes me closer, but I can never get to her. See that tear on her cheek? I wish to wipe it away from her. But everytime I try, she looks at me and reply, "it's alright."

I grope in the air, searching for a word that will correctly describe the substance of my feelings, but I can't. I search in my heart, but it refuses to reveal.

Her wings are not that of angels. Neither are they of devils.

I've fallen deep deep into her charm. Stuck like a fish in her fishbowl. The sight of her, always there in front of me, but I can never get to her. Yet there she is, right in front of me, absent-mindedly pouring food out for me.

In the most senseless of things, one manages to find more sense in other matters.

It's best if you go now.