Friday, January 28, 2011


mind's a blank, heart rate is much to do, but nothing to do... a sense of disquiet, a sense of non something amiss...ensnared and trapped where trying to escape seems futile.
Lulled into a sense of complaceny, a falsified security...each day passes by with nothing different...all meshed into one with nothing to differentiate, but dates and days.

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