Acrophobic and the Everest Summit

The trespasser leaves the secret garden defiled
losing its sanctity and the familiar comfort
that one gets in solitary confinement.

What should be done when the home loses heart
and turns into nothing but a structure that can barely stand by itself?

What could be worse than a world full of masquerading strangers
to the eyes of an introverted man?

My body palls.

exhaled by milbenski at 4:00 PM on Monday, November 05, 2007 | 0 comment(s)

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