I inch forward in time but miles ahead.
Clouds passing by, fog covering the sky.
The unfamilar faces mocking me, watching my every move.
I think about tomorrow, will it be sorrow?
I think about 3 weeks from now, will I be able to leave?
Will I be able to stay? I think about the darkness covered in the loneliness.
Try to escape, I dare you, as I am lost in the black abyss.
I can not see, nor hear or even fear, trapt in the air for eternity.
My mind wonders endlessly.
I can not sleep. Is he thinking about me? Does he care? Is it worth it?
How will this end? As I ramble on writing in this newspaper I wish I had all the answers to my craziness.
I try not to worry for I am on my way to the exit.
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