Friday, November 18, 2011

Home

I visited His home. His birthplace. His origin. If there was ever a place with a more oppressive vibe, I have not found it. He's there. He's always there. Like a fog on the soul. I saw where He started. I don't think I'll sleep for days. I may not ever sleep again. But when I do, I fear I my not wake. So cold.

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