All my directions are cut off.
I'm stuck where I am.
No place, there's no where to go. No escape.
No fast getaway.
Tomorrow feels so far away.
My head feels like an anvil, dragging me by the ears.
All the while, upside down.
Sinking.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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