October 12, 2009
By , Monrovia, CA
Thick fog.
Everything before me
overshadowed by a haunted gray.
Walking through the cool mist is terrifying-
can you see me?
This film of dew is hard to breathe.
Each step I take,
the moves I make,
trap me inside this glass case.
There's nothing I can do.
Try to speak into the darkness
and it blurts back its response-

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planet42 said...
Nov. 1, 2009 at 6:51 pm
Wow, this is kinda scary, but i like how your words make me feel like im there! Very descriptive, but maybe if you spent more time on it, it could be better. can't wait to read the stuff from the diary either... btw
im new to TI but can you read my poems when they get posted?
Avalynn replied...
Nov. 2, 2009 at 8:27 pm
yeah, i could have done better if i spent more time on it > < and of course :) btw, in a week or so, i'll have a poem called Crescendo posted that begins the diary :] thanks for commenting!
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