'transit'
By scatcatblu
~O~ I hate coming down back to the planet leaving behind my real life jacket tomorrow brings reality assume crash positions the atmosphere thickens without my connections cloaked in convention I land on my feet shrug off dissension provision for sleep I make the transition from back to beyond once again standing below solid ground ~O~the plane came in to land the world came rushing forward the threads of my life not long enough to sustain me *sigh* a walking fragment Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 12:36 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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