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Nov 2010
the clock moves so slowly today, not sure why.

not sure what brought on this sudden fascination with time.

the room's so silent, so much that you can hear the drop of a dime or a ripple in the water caused by a sip of wine fresh off the vine.

sounds, scents and scenery all flood my psyche.

over loaded sensory.

but even with this over load of information there still lies the mystery of the history of your misery.

but no answers come to me, so i wait and see.

patiently.

But patience is not my strong point.

this lesson i learned long ago.

and the thought of me making progress gives me the hope that i need to proceed in this life that i lead.

these words act as a straight edge and keep my thoughts in perfect symmetry.

but even with my mind in straight lines i cant help but let it flow like cosmic tides in a extra terrestrial paradise.

her name.

her face.

her presence..

all cling to my mind like a parasite and milk me dry.

leaving me with no energy to fight this feeling.

my heart may be broken...but its still beating.
This piece came about after meeting a heartbroken girl for whom I started to fall for. The feeling wasn't mutual.
Written by
Crystian Marin
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