Timing:The Art of War
its
as
if
INCUBUS
IS SITTING BACK THERE JUST WAITING TO TORMENT ME
I
MAY
LOOK
WOUNDED
but its an ILLUSION
THE GREAT MAN
what does He want all of a sudden
whats His game
i know His intentions are good but im TIRED of being protected
L
A
T
C
H
I
N
G onto it may distort my memories
i try to let go but the fear paralyzes me
its a mixture of REALITY and FANTASY
i havent REPRESSED any of it
the slate is CLEAR MENTAL STABILITY
PROPERLY PREPARED PATIENT
confirming my preconception that WE ARE ALL USELESS AND WEAK when we sleep
VISCERALLY
IM READY TO BEGIN
THIS NEW JOURNEY
Copyright © Brandy Megens | Year Posted 2009
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