"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

end of the road

its like a maze.
you take a left and get
shut
down.
so you turn around and go back where you came from
into the abyss
into the unknown
floating
sinking
falling
the blue/grey haze clouds your mind
and the fish fill your ears with whispers of the depths
tempting and haunting
then the fish start telling you lies
and you can't resist

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