alone, alone in a crowded room
i always had a feeling something was there-- not like a tumor, more like a devilish little bird, who refrains from my reach-- something so invisible yet so nauseatingly glaring red, strobing at times like that annoying light on those fire alarms that alert, "fire! fire!" and you run.
sometimes i think we're friends. yet when i, in and out of sleep, turn to embrace...
sometimes i think we're friends. yet when i, in and out of sleep, turn to embrace...