söndag 31 oktober 2010

Never well, always high

In this cruel reality, with wide eyes I look around me. My loved ones are not who I see. Blank faces and hollow eyes are all I find staring back at me. Where am I to go, who am I to be? I turn my body into a dark forest, I let it's depth and darkness shelter me.

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