Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Don't be sad when it's not as it appeared

She lied motionless. Every movement requiring more effort than the last. She controlled her breathing, almost as if she was suffocating herself. The room remained unfamiliar. The paintings on the walls seemed to turn black, although they were bright the afternoon before. ---------

Headed to Baltimore this weekend. There's a really great comfort about that city. It's not a place I necessarily want to be, except at that moment. Just a handful of decent kids shoved into a fake reality.

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