The temporary sanity is running out.
You held on to it
clutched it towards your chest
and tried desperately not to let it go.
What we hold on to dearly
eventually sift through our fingers
like the white of an egg.
Wild eyes
seeing the calmness drip to the ground.
The tempest awaits
tisdag 15 mars 2011
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