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Pillar
Sept 17, 2007 23:06:24 GMT -6
Post by Absinthe on Sept 17, 2007 23:06:24 GMT -6
Wrote this during my modern American history lecture as I was thinking about the glorious thinking spot I found on campus early last semester. You see, on the Fine Arts building ("Tower Fine Arts"), there's a cement 'walkway of sorts that goes around the entire building.....it's about 6 to 8 feet off the ground, but you can climb to it using the stair railing at the back enterance. Anyway, there are some pillars connecting the two levels of these platforms. Between the pillar and the brick of the building there is just enough space for me to sit with my knees drawn to my chest - a nice quiet...private place.
This pillar is my haven - the cement pooling around me embracing, suffocating, in its safety. Cold hardening, sinking, pressing in upon my chest burrowing, clawing its way in. Still I disappear - pulling away from the edge coaxing, taunting me to jump. . . .
[wrap me up in callous cold so I fly now bravely bold]
. . . .jump.
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