Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Tuesday, July 2nd, 2013: Purgatory

The fan blows lightly upon my bare skin , while the dark is slowly swallowing me into a captive state of unwariness. I listen for the slight creaks and croons of such an unfamiliar atmosphere; I play games within my mind, trying to figure out who else cannot dream tonight. The doors outside my own open & close, open & close, open & close. Only a ghost, going back & fourth, for there is no where for him to go, there is no for him to see, no one for him to say hello too.

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