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Paralysis

Standing on the corner stranded, no inkling on which way to go. Everyone else is moving in one direction, but I can't seem to make sense in where they are going. My map seems to be filled with nonsense, a seemingly perfected uncertainty of  truth. I try to make meaning out of what it is trying to tell me, but my mind's friend -numbness- has paralyzed me. I no longer trigger. Consider me the clock on the wall with no batteries, useless. I hesitate, but move forward, however, through the stumbling and swaying, is it really forward I am moving? More like backwards or motionless. Static in one moment of time. I stumble, I sway, perhaps I even fall. It may be that falling is the direction this map leads to. "Sir, here is three dollars, May I have a new map please?" Laughter in my face, "Ha, If only it were that easy, my child!"
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Sep 23, 2010
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