Thursday, October 4, 2012


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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