Leave me on a desserted island with nothing but a pen and a piece of paper; with those, I shall create myself another world.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Fleeting Discomfort

I walked those streets feeling a heaviness in my chest. Knowing you were nearby was difficult. It was disturbing. I didn't want to risk running into you and I didn't know what would happen if I did. I went about my way looking behind my shoulder, glancing right and left every few seconds. Then I left. I went home. And finally, the peace within me was back again.

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