Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Sanctuary, sanctuary.
My safe place.
But a tomb.
A tomb with no flowers.
A blessing and a wicked curse.
A torrid love affair.

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I spend too much time here.
Exhaustion.
All the time exhaustion.
Never ending.
Exhaustion draining of every drop of
Energy
Sanity.

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I've always been known for being a
Sleeper.

"Oh look, Christina came out of
hibernation."

"What's keeping you from waking?"

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I hardly ever see the sun these days.
But then again, I've never been too
fond of it.

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Sanctuary.
I call sanctuary.
Safety.
Yet,
Haunting dreams plague me.
Fourteen hours.

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Bed.

1 comment:

margg. said...

this is so powerful.
so wonderful.

i really admire you.