Jun 01, 2011 00:48
Inside this maze lives all my memories, trapped like pieces of me I can't grab hold of
Floating away on life rafts, running from the burning fire and the sinking ship
Is this the only thing I'll ever know? A piece of my past and a glimps of my future?
Is that a mirror I'm looking into or a storybook manicured with stories to restructure my thought patterns?
What does it matter anyway.
Every day is what you make it.
I hold on to this piece of familiarity and thrust my chest, heart and all, forward into the abyss.
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