Pinch me,

I can’t tell if I’m falling,

Falling,

Deeper and carelessly,

To a part of myself,

That I forgot existed.

A place behind the walls,

Behind the blistery storms.

Stop me,

Before its out of control,

Before I fall too far,

To climb back out.

It’s hard to catch myself,

It has been so long,

Since I felt my stomach drop,

Since I opened the door.

03/05/2004

Posted on 03/06/2004
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