Saturday, August 18, 2007

this feels strange

a weird sense of calm.

something which i know is greater than me myself.
im typing but its not me.
the clock ticks incessantly.
the stomach churns like a cementmixer.
my eyesight is getting blur.

its over. welcome.

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