Thursday, March 19, 2009

she sat in her emotional corner, turning her inner head from side to side. swaddled in stress, she strained to get back in touch with what was being suffocated. she was keenly aware of what was around her, sometimes in that hypervigilant state that can lead to an unhealthy loss of perspective.

she was in distress, no longer landing on that soft pillow provided by medication. inner pigments blinded her.

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