Friday 25 November 2011

9/11/11


The air did not prick me.
It was something else. Something that was dancing on my nerves, haunting my breath.
The chill was rummaging just my mind.
Memories came flooding, telling me I was alone now.


At the exit I turned, full of self-pity, solitude.
The vast airport made me angry, as did people awaiting the arrival of someone.


How come the world had actually left me forlorn? Where were those who claimed they loved me?
Choked.


"Taxi!".
"Sheraton Atlanta Hotel?"


25/11/11


Ah, this silly little girl!
:) :P


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