Running through my brain, crawling under my skin, around me, block me from the world, protect me.
Names of places, imaginery and real. Phrases, whole paragraphes from books I read and forgot long ago, fragments of conversations, from the past and from now.
Too many random thoughts. Like standing in the middle of traffic, not able to focus long enough to cath the right bus or train to take me away from all of this.
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