Monday, April 5, 2010

it was a hot mess,
as the situation danced around me like lost moths.
i continually dance down isles and rows, as if i were in a grocery store, and the items i picked out resembled the ideas and different points of view in which i could clearly see the difference.
my eyes would dash back and forth as if i were a spectator at a tennis match,
i'd scan prices,
i'd contemplate as i stood blocking the isle,

i shouldn't have.

it's up to me.

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