Perception of the Inner Walls

May 20, 2009
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The calm before the storm.
More than the normal serenity.
So calm you become chaotic,
In a certain sense.

It was all according to plan,
Lost in a wonderful sea,
Drifting happily through,
In an artificial way.

A smile, a laugh.
It’s there for the taking.
More for me, more for you.
The calm, that is.

Until the sky darkens.
More for me, less for you.
All for me, none for you.
It’s gone.

It hits.

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