Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Alive but not Awake

Time beats so fast my body can't help but surrender to it's own plea.

I stare at something out the window and my energy is drained as I sit and spectate.

Looking away I finally listen, stare and keep quiet.

I move past at the sight of the cracked paint on the walls.

Darkness is my sanctuary as I lay on a patch of blue of the same room.

If not now when?
If not me who?

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