Saturday, February 23, 2008

Escape 1

I am running away from the day that people will say, "Remember? The girl of a thousand dreams, the girl in search of freedom, the girl with flowers in her mouth, remember her? She is now married and washes her baby's ass all day long and cooks for her husband and is pregnant with another baby and doesn't have time to write anything anymore and her poems have turned into complete rubbish. Remember her? She is wasted."
Like everything else that I am running away from, I am escaping the day.


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