Friday, January 11, 2013

get the gist

tightly knitted
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
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.