May 13, 2002 02:34 AM
the window is blurry. i can’t see out. driving fast. voices of people from the past are there. i see him . myself. a sudden pang. i’ve stop breathing. ..the grey fog comes . then i’m lost . ache has begun creeping. a kidnapper taking me to where i don’t recognize life. the breath wakes me . there is . this. moment. in. time . this. breath. this. heartbeat.
the kidnapper comes from a space within where thoughts have created from the PAST again.
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