{"id":329,"date":"2008-06-12T20:05:33","date_gmt":"2008-06-12T20:05:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/averral.com\/blog\/?p=329"},"modified":"2008-06-12T20:07:27","modified_gmt":"2008-06-12T20:07:27","slug":"alive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2008\/06\/alive\/","title":{"rendered":"Alive"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Sometimes<\/p>\n

I cuddle in the corner<\/p>\n

at the far end of the room<\/p>\n

thinking i am not dead or alive<\/p>\n

a spirit that haunts the earth<\/p>\n

walking on grounds others thread<\/p>\n

walking into the memory road<\/p>\n

feeling the sensations of being alive<\/p>\n

when i was truly happy and sad<\/p>\n

i could no longer feel a tear<\/p>\n

it has frozen with time<\/p>\n

like snowflakes in a winters storm<\/p>\n

there are no days or nights<\/p>\n

worldly perceptions are illusions<\/p>\n

the cracks surfaces on the walls<\/p>\n

as they crumble down into pieces<\/p>\n

the wind takes them away with time<\/p>\n

the old destroyed, replaced by the new<\/p>\n

I cuddle against the far end of the room<\/p>\n

afraid to open my eyes to face the storm<\/p>\n

wishing that it would end<\/p>\n

as a tear drips from my lifeless eyes<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sometimes I cuddle in the corner at the far end of the room thinking i am not dead or alive a spirit that haunts the earth walking on grounds others thread walking into the memory road feeling the sensations of being alive when i was truly happy and sad i could no longer feel a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[191,195,192,193,194],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n