January 30, 2009

Windswept, rushed, afraid

Ahead I see you, bright colourful lights shining behind your head; you’re motioning for me to take your hand.
The cars on either side of us seem to be flying at an unfathomable speed and I feel something like panic.
My hair is tangled and whipping violently at my face, I can barely see; but I see you and I’m holding your hand.
The lights get brighter and it makes the scenery behind me seem dull, lifeless.
I feel dull and lifeless; a momentary lapse in self esteem,
You bring me back again and the wind turns into a slight breeze, calming to the core.

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