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Thursday, 25 October 2012

Inexpressible horror

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Sometimes I live and love and forget about such things but then it finds me. what would compel someone to do such a thing? why do you allow it to happen?

the air thickens around me until it is too solid to breathe. i put on my mask again to get by but what i want is an intense and focused point of pain to wrap my mind around. to let it spill. anger and paralysis. i feel today like i feel in my nightmares.

you have a way of sneaking it up to me and shoving my face in it when i think i'm safe. when i feel as though i have forgotten. but you are right it follows me everywhere.

2 comments:

Angela H said...

I remember what it is to be the other me again.

Angela H said...

But I won't go back.