a staggering wind pushes me back and i tumble away from the pack. i'm not strong enough to fight it; can't muster in myself enough force to fight back. only sit by and watch the distance grow and watch the rest disappear in the horizon.

left behind.

i call out through the dusty wind but i cannot even hear myself anymore. only a faint sound in the distance. it's been carried away. far away. no one is around to help me. i call out again; but, this time, instead, i am pushed down to the ground.

and i continue to lie here. horizontal on the ground. dust flying past my face. wind beaten.

but, still, i cannot even hold my place. i'm starting to slide again

05/29/2003

Posted on 05/30/2003
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