Blue-ness

Blue-ness
Olympic 2008

Moodless

Moodless

Friday, August 21, 2009

Frozen

It's dangerous.
Everywhere, so dark.
The heart has frozen over.
Not a soul.
I'm running. Far away.
Leaving little lines,
Cutting out little lines.
Splitting.
There's something moving under,
Moving through,
Trying to get my heart.

Frozen.

Something,
someone
help me.

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