January 21, 2009
Outside the world, the world within my head, is a quiet place. Rippling, splashing,dancing demons who never sleep, and never speak.
Keeping quiet,floating just above branches,so as not to crack,and leaves as not to crinkle.
They didn't want to wake me,muffling their internal clocks,no more ticking, tick tock,tick tock...no more.

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