Thursday, February 3, 2011

deja vu.

it was the worst of memories, one of the most painful, and one that literally makes the world stop. the elevator doors opened, the bed came out and the face of delusion and confusion worn by the patient. Causing commotion, i stopped dead in my tracks, trying to figure out if it was you, trying to remember where I was at that given moment. Stricken by harsh confusion, I caught my breath and was brought back to my senses, remembering that you were safe at home. the deja vu then ended.

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