| Blind |
| I stood, silently, searching for reality, in my world of cardboard people, and their cardboard hello�s. I wanted to run, run from all the people, the fairy tale people who pretended to care. Run like a shooting star but faster, and the stars would fall, exhausted, the pattering of my feet echoing through the night. But I couldn�t run, I couldn�t move. My legs were lead weights. So I screamed, screamed, until the rancid mist choked my lungs. I tried to open my eyes, but couldn�t. It stayed black. It all stayed black in my world, My world of cardboard people. |