Sunday, July 26, 2009

Fear ;

I stand on palm of your hands. You know if you hold on to me too tight, i'll break. Therefore, because i am weak. When you hold me gently and carefully as possible, i fear that i might fly out of your hand and fall on to the cold ground. Fear, that i will be lost in the city i do not know of, and chasing after your shadows when your presence is everywhere. Fear, that i will not only lose your shadow, but my own. Fear, that my escape would be gone forever ;
You, are my escape.

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