January 25, 2010

foggy windows

when you drive too straight and can't see cleary do you still end up where you should be? foggy passageways through corridors into the downtown escape route. fleeing to that place where the grass is always greener.

sore neck still throbbing from stretching it out for those that aren't me. "i need a hero", she sings. and here I come to save the day as usual. packed and ready to run. away from you and him and her and that guy too.

empty seat in first class waiting for me. sadly stuck between the sleeping walruses, snoring to the sound of my flight of fear. forced to wait, proving the point of it's possibility. "excuse me flight attendant, make this a stiff one". its gonna be a long strange trip.

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