Feb 152005
 

i feel it coming on, months, years, lives all winding down to just one song. i’m in a dreamstate, between what’s real and what’s not. and i can see where the darker line goes off to numb, where the quiet-eyed victim nurses the burning lump in her throat, shaky fingers holding onto last year’s ticket for the carnival…

i am not there anymore.

i’m finding home.

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  1. I’m glad you found the key to your front door. 😉

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