14 April, 2013
A slither, something hardly percievable overcovered meticlously covered layer after coloured layer forced happy-feelings-glue years of slapping it on slapping it on and slapping it on A slither, grey vague, transluscent but there not budging a tiny something that only a searching soul can see Touch… smooth, rubbery trying to find something sensing something unseeable syncing a path no exit vastness, void, silence, engulfing dark, thin air a thick cloth, covering the corpse
Run… run from the pictures run from the sound run from the feelings, that incessantly pound run from the parents run from real friends run from the story, none comprehends Run to… run to the chocolate run to the mead run to the gut pain, a warming need run to the limit run to forget run to wash brain cells, and to reset Run to keep… run to keep conscience run to keep free run to keep memories, deep in the sea
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