As I carefully collect every piece of my travels and place them into nice little files, i find that everything in my experience will always be just a mess.
9/2/11
10.6.10
time moves slow.
tick.tick.tick.tick.
a breath in sounds so loud.
a hurricane forms just to move across the room.
will this moment pass?
or am i just the eye of the storm?
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