Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Chosen Blindness


Nothing is seen.

Everything is black.

The air is thin.

My heart is pounding.

I can feel my veins.

I held my breath.

Grasped for consciousness.

Tried to make more steps.

I can’t.
I’m crippled.

I opened my eyes.

There’s no one...

there’s nothing.

A vacuum.

I feared...

I trembled.

Now, I prefer my eyes closed.

Closed up to my deepest dreams.


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