Thursday, June 04, 2009

impulsion bites to kill our yawns

I am here, this is me, eyes half-closed staring at the monochromatic door in front of me. I am caged in. The air is hot and heavy, but the light has never shined brighter or clearer than in this tiny, monochromatic cubicle. I see everything that was and everything that may or may not be.


Ubaid said...


Anonymous said...

It can either be clarity or maybe. Can't be both.