across the threshold of darkness,
i wander.
mind wandering aimlessly,
through the aisles of my thoughts,
the lanes of my desires,
the streets of my confusion.
i want to blur the line of my thoughts,
create a whirlpool for my racing mind.
dumb myself down until,
i only think necessarily,
nothing extra,
staying alive,
survival,
nothing.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
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2nd stanza? Jealousy. Love it.
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