Alone with everybody.
In a crowded empty room.
Listening to a Deafening silence.
Drowning in Dry Water.
Holding your Hand With a Balled up fist.
Feeling Overwhelemed in a vaccum.
Laying Next to You in an Empty Bed.
Asleep with Open eyes.
Losing a One Person Race.
And You Have the Lead.
Me.She.Herself.Without.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
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