Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Cul-de-sac



Mornings: When I open my eyes and don’t want to get up...
I pull out my phone to see the time, the glowing digits stare back wickedly...
I want to huddle back inside the covers, go back to the 'comfort of strangers' ...in my dreams.
Sometimes I think there is a door opening and I bang into a wall.
A huge, unrelenting wall...

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