Wednesday, January 4, 2012

1/4/12

Sometimes, the mind crawls into places that are best left alone.  All things point to danger and the fate is sealed on impact.  This usually occurs in the waning hours when everything is increasingly vulnerable and the body is practically begging for rest.  The mind walls itself into a state of paranoia preventing the necessary shutdown until it all gives way like parched earth into quicksand.

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