'hypnotide'
By scatcatblu
My hand presses against my heart the thumping reassures me I don't know why reassures me of my own reality sleep evades me the sound of waves crash through the night they usually lull me but they call to me tonight I stand still I hear the waves I close my eyes I feel them crashing over me I feel them inside I revel in the darkness I listen to the quiet punctuated by the waves accompanied by my heart Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 12:49 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"My hand presses against my heart..."