August 2, 2012
Sensations. A build up of emotions unknown to me. Longing to withdraw from this world. A hand, smoothly innocent, reaches out. I refrain to answer your call. You know not my past. Why I am good for no one. Quick like the wind, I run from you. Slow like the sand, my thoughts scatter. Oddly, beyond me, you capture me. How do you catch me? I did to you what I did to others. I pushed you away. Away. Away. Far, so I won't hurt you. But you caught me. Captured me. Secured me. With a simple hug, a minor kiss, I am saved.

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