Trapped in a band of winter light streaming through the window, like a dust mote held in a death grip by it's meager warmth. This is what my mind feels like trapped inside this body belonging to someone else. How did I get here, who is this person? Thoughts skip across my head like smooth stones over running water as I hear her speaking. My lips aren't moving though and I can't hear what she's saying, just the emotions behind the words. The hot yellow fires of fear and the colder blue ones of shock. I try to step away and my existence freezes. All my senses are still. Not able to move or breath I wait for what feels like eternity and again I am not alone. Yet with another stranger. This one feels like husky oranges and velvety greens. And possibly larger yet could be my imagination. His emotions tell me the story of a strong person, hurt many times, scarred and beaten down by the unknown. Still battling for his place in this world. Happy to travel with (him?) for a bit I have no sense of time. Occassionally tendrils of other consciousness' travel through me, trying to hold on for an eternal moment. Eventually drifting away leaving me with my strength captive. As time passed, how much I will never know, I felt myself growing. Not really in size but in mind. Memories gifted to me from presences and given me a false sense of solidity, no matter that I could never touch the ground, or anything else. Where is my ending, where is my beginning. What am I, who am I. Looking for answers once again I reach outside my presence and time stops. Satisfied to wait here for all time for my answers, I settle in and open my soul to my angel, instinctively knowing no other being can guide me to peace.

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