Wednesday, June 04, 2003

I've been walking in my sleep. Drifting... blind to direction, deaf to reason, dead to observation. Walking past the same door. It's not locked, but I'm not turning the knob either. Waiting replaces action and everything seems amiss. Find me here, though I'm not lost. I'm following my own footprints.

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