Friday, December 14, 2012

The Moment We Stand

 
You want to take away my answer.

We've come here by no accident.

I stand in front of you. Now what?

I've never turned back before.

I can feel some warmth inside.

 
It only ends in sleep.

By my own hand?

By another's?

By fading time?

We always wake up.

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