Thursday, October 4, 2012

Hiding

Footsteps on the floor outside my door. Are they coming for me? I'm not ready to go yet. I'm comfortable here. Why are you looking at me? I don't have the answers you want.

They've run off with my walls. Trying not to panic as I think of what's next, the uncertainty, the unknown. Where's my safety net? I forgot to hang it up before I jumped. I didn't jump, I was pushed. I had no choice in this. 

Bright lights in my eyes, I guess this is what the world looks like from your point of view. Maybe outside isn't so bad.

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