Sunday, July 3, 2011

The Doorway

Standing on the edge of the beginning of the rest of me and the end of all of you. Looking forward while falling backwards into the hole. Turning the doorknob with one hand and clutching tight to you with what's left of the right hand. Going north while heading south depending on which way the door swings. Pushing and pulling and kicking and screaming and walking then running away from and to my future? Can't I just sit here in the doorway, one foot here, one hand there, just sit here a little while and...

Peace yall!

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