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fresh
I want to be fresh. I want to be pure. I want to be clean. I want to look into the mirror and not feel worn and tainted and dirty. I want to be innocent again. But I guess we don't always get what we want in life.
blindness
For those few moments in the morning When I drag myself out of bed Pull the covers over And knock over 10 books that I have read Reach for a glass of water And miss cuz I can't see I am blind Just for a few minutes I'll be blind.
modem
An ordinary looking box, but inside lie electric zings- bouncing off each other like a rubber ball on the ground. Invisible waves, traveling, moving, that fast, so fast you can't see it. Just a click and a blink, and a thousand invisible whirrs ... you're there.
riots
Jumping and bouncing, my hair in my face and the lights everywhere, the passion is everywhere, the bursts of emotion and music, I feel tight clutched hands and cramped bodies, a sea of power, dancing and spinning and wrecking havoc like wild cats of the night.
riots
Jumping and bouncing, my hair in my face and the lights everywhere. The music is bursting around me, screams and shouts, clutching hands and tight cramped bod
still
Still. I'm tired of still. Tired of sitting and sitting and sitting, chained against this wall with my heart still pounding like it did those days before, sitting here, all too still when my legs ache to run, my arms pumping at my sides. But I sit here, still, silent and waiting for my punishment, helpless, immobile.