Monday, August 13, 2012

13/8/2012

There’s so little a mind can do when sleep deprived. Everything’s so clear yet so fuzzy at the same time.  I close my eyes and mingle with the distorted faces. Sometimes the familiarity of their presence gives me comfort, and sometimes it steals it away. I’ve come to know my demons. We all talk in the absence of light. Those mirror images of me haunt me in an ever so proverbial  way. “Come with us and play” they say. “Come with us and stay.”

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