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from morning to night..

November 11, 2008

There are days, you are anxious, nervous, lost, choked, unclear, away, out of the radar, traveling over there, obscured by clouds, you just can’t recognize what you’ve become.

You walk up there at those freezing nights, you care nothing about anything, if they liked or not your poetry, who won the elections, the weather, then it’s too late to step back, now you’re among us, you are us, i am you, they are us, we have been manipulated, distorted, confused, now, it’s too late, we are they.

Feeling bitter? easily, it’s not my damn problem!

You can barely survive, breathless you can’t even speak a loud.

It’s like living in a slow motion state.

One Comment leave one →
  1. jazcita permalink
    November 12, 2008 10:49

    so your lost..

    i hope you find your way back..

    and i hope when your back , everything its like you left it..

    i just hope…

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