Feb 28 2009
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creatib in the brain
They’re showing the movie in the alleyway. The one I pass as I move along the endless road to the train of many worlds.
You keep asking me about that world that I visited…the one with the blue. Why can’t I wake up? Why am I stuck in my own mind. The abyss is so vast, the concrete pain lingers in the cortex.
Someone is going to find me if I don’t find myself soon. What if they aren’t happy with what they find.
