crlazlo2
Monday, November 23, 2009
where am I?
a question I often ask myself
I find myself wandering around the past
I find myself worrying about something in the future
out comes my rope and hook
to throw out and latch onto something here now
my eyes open
I listen
I feel my breath, going in and coming out
and I'm back...
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