April 12, 2013


Iím not there out of choice.

I canít win if Iím in the same space. I implode. I fall apart from the inside, and any logical argument I have goes up in smoke.

Seeing isnít believing, itís total defeat, and so I keep my distance or decay like a bad tooth, unable to stand up, sit down or even breathe.

Itís like anti-matter and matter coming together Ė only in this case itís me that ceases to exist.

I lose any moral argument I might have worked out logically in my head because my head will be filled with a vacuum.

So I stay away, choosing never to get in the same place at the same time.

Itís all I can do to survive.



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