Saturday, January 10, 2015

Flight not fight

Inescapable. Ran as far as I could, as fast as I could. Still I got sucked back in. Still I return to start. Still here, still stuck, still cuffed. Like glue it sticks, grimy, sweaty and pungent.

I need to find escape, to cleanse myself, I have to go.

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