February 12, 2013


i feel most at home

when in fantasy worlds-

in them, i hold

a “sense of security”-

one i’ve never truly known-

a cog in a

machine i


the daily grind

aborting my soul,

nightmares bearing

down on my flesh,

tearing through my facades

of confidence and beauty-

grace and passion eluding


driven out by visions of

a past from which i can

never hide;

never escape-

even pure driven snow

is not pure,

considering the source…



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