Monday, July 26, 2010

cannot steer, and have no port

when your legs feel like cotton wool and your head is a carousel and you're afraid to walk around blind corners and you're constantly trying not to trip over your own two feet.

when you'd rather flight than fight.

when the climate seems so alien to you.

cold-shoulder drawn.

turn back and glower.

never simple. ever.

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