by BentleeSmith Falls, Ontario, Canada
Aug 2009 774 Views 9 comments
stationary existance
Hustle an bustle it's everywhere you look, feet pounding sidewalk's, tires runnin roads, a moment of silence whilst cradled in that chair, while not in that mix, through blanketed stare, peaceful it is, so sensed you feel you can touch, minds shut down no exaggerated thought, it is what it is, time soon forgot, it's gonna be mine, deserved needed space, i don't need too long, refresh the mind for a bit, fifteen minutes . . . . . yeah thats it.
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Posted: Aug 2009
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Comments (9)
TY
Can't seem to even do power naps anymore.
Don't know why?