Thursday July 4, 2013
I awaken to scampering down a familiar hallway. A door slams; a reminder of the abysmal conditions. The discolored cracked ceiling like wrinkles, as if my life is mirrored in some shabby paint job. I lay to the side, pain shooting down my leg, I wince. I find myself listening for the sounds of yesterday's Jazz. Like an old house cat, i stretch, bones cracking, my mouth agape. An exaggerated yawn, releasing that final breath of serenity. Emotions, negative. The realization this is home.
I awaken to scampering down a familiar hallway. A door slams; a reminder of the abysmal conditions. The discolored cracked ceiling like wrinkles, as if my life is mirrored in some shabby paint job. I lay to the side, pain shooting down my leg, I wince. I find myself listening for the sounds of yesterday's Jazz. Like an old house cat, i stretch, bones cracking, my mouth agape. An exaggerated yawn, releasing that final breath of serenity. Emotions, negative. The realization this is home.
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