5/10/11

I’m here. Then, I’m there. I’m all over the place.  I can feel all of them watching me. Everywhere that I go. Anywhere that I go.. Fugitives, on the run. Hiding in your basement. We’ve lost trace of time. We’ve been running for years and years. If we don’t hide then they will find us. I can hear their footsteps through the walls. I can hear their voices from a faded distance. I can see their faces blurred out through the windows. I feel frozen in time. Will I ever escape these four walls that surround me?

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About mollyellarae12

What might have been is an abstraction. Remaining a perpetual possibility.. Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been.

Posted on May 10, 2011, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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