a dark & tasty blog by kl pereira

Sunday, January 31, 2010


The only time I am truly is when I am inside the story.
All the pieces lock and become what they were always going to be.

When I'm in the story, I'm so inside myself that I can't see
speak sing. I'm in the fog, in the dark, in the deep

and it's hard to climb out, to creep back
to be human again, it's the only place that feels

like me.

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