Glimpse

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I lay in my room, flat on my abdomen

balancing my chin on my crossed fingers

winning the staring contest with the wall

I try to look past the soul of wall to infinity and beyond

trying to delete my trouble causing thoughts

I lay like a shadow, inseparable of the dark room

The moving cars when go past my window, whirring my thoughts and emotions with their noise and tracing the wall with their beaming lights

I see my life appear and disappear before my eyes.


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I am not sure if i am making sense, but i tried.

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