It’s lonely in limbo. So I invite you to be restless and unsettled and unkept with me.
I’m looking up from the bottom of a well. I can see a shadow of a figure far above. You. You can’t hear me directly. You only hear the echoes of my voice, secondhand, hearing my distortions but not my real self.
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November 12, 2008 at 3:45 pm
poeticgrin
I’ve always said you reminded me of that girl from “The Ring.”