Monday, June 4, 2007
Un-guarded pathway.
It takes a second to realise that I was the killjoy,
In between alcohols and cigarette.
But it took an hour to apprehend that I am in safe hands.
The guards may have snickered into the chaos
And demand restoration of a better period.

But no,
They looked away
And pretended that the sunlight
Was the cause of the blindness.

I was safe, at periods.
The wind twirled round my fingers
Seeped through my hair,
Into my scalp
Encircling my mind,
Biting my nerves

And THUMP!

*I had a migraine shot after reminiscing on our memories.
*the guards is just a costumed person, but it meant a person or people.
*the sunlight is just another excuse/blame or a blocked pathway
*play this on your own situation.

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6:21 AM


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