7.15.2005
"Fear Itself"
Please excuse me.
(I’m tryin to find my way back)
Right now, I only make sense in bite-sized chunks.
(…but I’m lookin thru a peephole)
I walk over my own words that I lay down before me
they are a path of white stones
that glow like little moons in the rain.
I walk and walk, but I never get very far.
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