Tuesday, March 16, 2010
stiff upper lip
A clock with a broken tick on the wall constantly watches over my inability to construct a future. Getting through each days fog is like being in a cage with no key. To escape without a mauling I must learn to understand the beast creeping up within me. Isolation and loneliness bring a smile with a stiff upper lip because islands never cry. The weathering will break me down, but to a rock without pain.
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