Thursday, September 4, 2008

Her mind's Tiffany Twisted

I smell sweat. I smell me. I feel my weight. I feel my presence.

I'm in a hurry. I'm in a mad rush. I need to get there. I need to finish. I'm going so fast the world outside's a blur. It's starting to get claustrophic. Aggression they say. Good good they say. But what if it's a case of all my eggs in one basket? What if that's how I like it?

The smiles are fading. "Slow down" they say. "Is it worth it?" they ask. "You're still young, you'll need to save your body for what fleeting youth will leave behind" they opine. The world's burning, I want to light flames of my own.

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