Sunday, April 20, 2014

Wriggling feet

"You brought me here - now take me home."

But where is home? What was is now strange. Here you are, afloat in the middle of nowhere, wriggling feet dangling over an empty space. It is a quiet state that rises into unbearable awfulness. This was almost a plea, to bring me somewhere, where I could feel home again.

"I'm not obliged to." Said he, gently.

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