OxygenPlant Posted January 3, 2010 Report Share Posted January 3, 2010 I have been watching the world as if through sound proof glass. The air in here is stale, and I've run out of room - for my thoughts, for my desires, I can no longer occupy this space, this self inflicted womb of denial. What was comforting is now uncomfortable. I stand fumbling with the latch. My fingers clumsy, and my temper frantic. "Make way," I yell. I need fresh air to breathe. The door is open. It's time to move. I crawl from this space to find myself born again. Waiting and waiting. It is time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Preprise Posted January 4, 2010 Report Share Posted January 4, 2010 Good use of metaphor here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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