Sunday, July 3, 2011

Stockholm syndrome

Somewhere beyond the realm of this one
there is a place where I always go
It's similar to a redwood forest
but the trees are not so tall
and there is no fog to cover anything
Enough sunlight to illuminate shade seekers
while still providing protection
from a flesh searing heat
Captivated by a past of dark figures
Chasing us through white rooms with tiny doors
in valleys of unknown depth and beauty
A shared nightmare, a common dream
Bound and boundless

We love

every

terrifying

minute

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