Sunday, May 3, 2009

I stopped breathing that night





There are, in the most extreme cases, sudden fits of nostalgia that can grip a person vice like and pincer grip, to act as the most terrifying moments of someone's life.

Something as simple as a shudder at a bus stop, the mere memory gracing skin, can leave a person speechless and salty, can choke a person.

Sometimes, I wonder why I kept trying to so hard.

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