by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
I cannot grasp life sometimes.
There is a shadow that follows me.
It blinds my view when I need
to see. The shadow is not mine.
I try to stand upright in
my own quiet way. However,
the shadow knocks me down without
making contact. I feel a deep
emptiness in my soul. I live in
utter obscurity. Each ounce of
my being is living in darkness.
- ► 2010 (221)
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- the weekend
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- A FLORIDA EVENING IN MID MISSOURI
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