vulnerable, scared, hunted, . .. like sitting ducks. the silence of heavy breathing. the rising torture of the unknown. a stretch of thought a thousand miles long. endless possibilities. pessimism and paranoia. a simple carpark drenched in the fullmoon's silver light.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
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