Dec 13, 2002 00:19
Here I am swathed in insanity where my reality and dreams are blurred. I walk through my tired haze and see myself mirrored in everything, filmy with snow and hard with frost. When I slip down the paths I continue the decent long after my feet have caught hold. Here I am struggling with my illusions always waiting for reciprocity when there is none. Unexpected resistance clouds my escape.