labyrinth2

I hear a noise……a shout…….a cry, hushed, into the whispering sobs of an overwhelming fear…….a fear that paralyzes a soul facing endless options and few choices…….so it whimpers along, stuck; in its own chosen image…….claiming an authority undermined by its own experience…….but then again, it is for the experience, you see…….just for the experience…….hear the voices from the crowd…….take a selfie, or it didn’t happen…….project an image…….just something to give it expression: another one of the fragments that we shore against our ruins, as we hide inside…….alone, inside…….in the dark.

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