Written: Tuesday, October 31, 2006 Waters Wading in waters full of red and greens. Utter contradictions delude my mind. Inhale the viscous air, smells so sweet, and drips down my lungs, suffocating me. Confined to the restrictions of my own phantoms. Do I fight these haunting visions of the un-suppressed, like the sand of quickness pulling me down, or indulging in a desire to be sucked under? At the same time, I reach for a hand to pull me out, revaluating only my own can help this one. My heart is saturated with the need and desire for someone else to make it beat. But it’s time to pump my own blood. Supply the life flowing through my veins, circulating to function, on its own.
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