two hundred and one

frozen, breathless, without thought or consideration. i cannot bring myself to connect, to feel. i am paused, i am held in stasis, i am cut off.

this goes beyond waiting. this goes beyond comparison. this goes beyond drawing oxygen and pumping blood.

there are dead stars in these eyes.

22:45 | Jul. 18, 2009

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