I have this fluid motion today. Where everything is underwater.
I am sinking slowly, without a glimpse of reality touching my mind.
Bubbles race past my face, as they too, are struggling to reach the surface.
The difference between us? They will make it to the surface without worry, where I?
Will fight my way through the wretched thundra of a place, which I call: humanity.
Moving slowly,
Out of place,
No where to belong.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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You write so amazingly well. Oh my god.
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