get the gist

tightly knitted
  -or-
the wry catchR

the walls still surround; i was currently (and apparently) in an impregnable prison. it

had the perplexing layout of a university but no bushes to hide behind; it was mostly

underground. the only way i made it out of the dungeon was the fact i was wearing cleats;

it (still) seems like an anomaly. if i could only travel back in time, i would avoid this

mess.

the moments started to pile together: how much trauma can one endure? it was a bodacious

question, complete w/ memories of a mysterious girl (em?) that didn't quite add up.

(still) attentive, i figure there must be secret passages. the journey won't require

hiding; it will, otherwise, require some direction.