Thursday, September 17, 2009
Posted by Zedge at 4:52 PM
Under bright lights I breath alone, and naked. The future is about me. I begin to acquire intangible bits of make believe. I cling to the draperies of my own existence, in denial of my pending doom. I am for for now in the course of a blink, a wisp in passing. Shh! If I hide under the covers, no one can see me.