Monday

little foxes.

heard a spark. Something that glowed.

Hello? Are you there? Is anyone still listening?

So many different faces. The names change but the voice remains the same. A wanting, needing voice. A dividing, demanding voice. Taking me away from you. Giving my body to the lonely. I'm trying to please you. I can't let you down. Making each and every one of you happy. Its work you see and a devastating blow if I don't succeed. Now, Sometimes Wishing I wasn't me, Wishing that maybe I was more then just a face on your screen.

How do you see me?

I'm Alienated & yet its so crowded.
like me.
Pressured & unaccomplished.
love me.


The pacing and the confusion.
The door is closed and I am alone.
You didn't hear that did you?


Did you know that, Somewhere in there, Somehow in there - I lost myself. Since When did you start becoming you and how did I lose me?

There is so much going on.
Sometimes the voices don't stop. Banging myself silly just to make sense of it all.

But what if I stopped? What if I stopped Just for awhile.. to make it go slower. We could go to a secret island someplace. Just you me and a striped suit. Dreaming in color of something slow.

Its rambling and I am jumbled.
Just remember my strange little fox - Every little piece of your life will mean something to someone

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