Sunday, August 1, 2010
direction
with my eyes closed, and my hands out in front of me i walk blindly with and expectation of what is coming but never really knowing. i keep hitting things, i fall, i move in a different direction. some how i keep bumping in to the samethings, that turn me one way, the back around. i'm going in circles, and i don't want to stop.
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