Monday 29 March 2010

UNAVOIDABLE HINDRANCES


After the tears, embraces, and the whole lot of cigarettes, the mist of restlessness remains. I'm stumbling through the grey smoke, dancing blind, only guided by the voice singing near my ears, and in my head. I'm longing to feel
, but obstructions are inevitable.

The place felt different when I'm surrounded by other people, and not you
.

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