The feeling takes shape like a shadow,very much alike only much sharper maybe more tangible than the self between the light and the surface,every moment of sheer bliss is thwarted followed by a sense of impending doom,an ever growing sense of dread,englfing like a yawning chasm,ever so dark,ever so painfull,ever so endless,only growing more intricate and beautiful every time with all space and time losing upon me,leaving upon me a parched throat,a head that seems to explode and a heart that beats to a rythm so unknown I can never match up,the void grows from a Friday to a Saturday untill its all a daze,a maze,headlights,horns,evenings,rushing people and so on.....
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 16:03:01 +0000
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