No space to move.
No space to breathe.
I cant finish.
Yet it keeps coming.
Countless stares.
Uncommunicative.
Endless sympathies.
Some undeserving.
Caught in the ocean of grief.
Gripping the waves of energy.
Trying and trying.
Looking for that metamorphosis.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
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