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

Monday, February 22, 2010


Have you ever been in a hall of mirrors? Nothing makes sense
Up is down and down is to the left.
My head is spinning and I reach to steady myself
but I'm grasping at air and can't catch my breath
Like Alice down the rabbit hole, down I go.
falling, dying, failing

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