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It was too late the sliver of crumpled ink stained thoughts fell to the library floor... I had seen it now. And I had to pick it up. there was no option but to place it back in its hiding hole. But oh, the delicately penned letters caught my eyes,  and after studying the penmanship for longer than i wanted, the words screamed for my attention! Jumping off the page begging for my decryption. 

She read the crumpled note with some misgivings provided by her guilt and shuffled out the door by her chlid-like curiosity. She knew not what she would gain from reading it only that she could not stop herself. In truth she didn't really try. And she knew the minute she started it was not something she could unsee.

I havent seen your face for ages
I still remember every detail
except the look in your eyes
when you said you love me.
I cant remember that God knows why
I wish I did. I could live forever on that
one moment. It hurts to be out of touch
out of comunion with you.
one day, one fine day you will grow
and you will come to know what and why.
I will never forsake your heart
even in the absence of you in flesh
you know why it had to be this way
I know why it has to be this way
but it is forever the thorn in my
faithful side. this will take the better part
of many years to heal and I wont pray for death
I will gladly suffer to have known you.
I will take this lovely pill in memory of you
see you in my dreams,
kiss
blow
kiss
blow.

damn my mind! now so loaded with qquestions gaping chasms of mystery begging for satifaction! Who was this note from this unknown author who had captured her soul in writing!?  she could not decide the gender of the penmanship- shut up subconscious! Must you narrate every torrid hope or disaster? Enough already! do you not know I am you? I am here too? I see and feel through these descriptions? Oh, Why bother? As if it would stop. It never did. This fight with other own- our own conflicting voice, had no prize, just a compulsion through process. We do not know how or where it began we have only known this. 

I agree with this idea! Our voice seemed cloned!? another Us?!! Another one?! Pain started thumping through my chest, it seemed my blood was mimicking the chasm by jumping over it in my chest cavity and falling to a heavy place loaded with gravity. Plasma. Such a funny entity. It played and fought with so much passion.   always such magnified expressions within her. Our holy trine. matter, consciousness and force. We are ever speaking over each other, we know no other way, but in this circumstance we became silent. One beat, one thought, one expression. 

a ruining thought. Panic!

It was a disquieting knowing from ageless aeons ago!  it spoke in tongues and yet she understood every word... 

I needed to find it.

urgent... 

I placed the note back on the page. And I ran. Back through the terror of burden, I had knowledge and I didn't want it.