t h e i n t i m a t e s t r a n g e r

Creature of habit

without comments

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And of course he backs off the moment words take on a life of their own.

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* * *

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The fog takes shape, drawn to the sound of your willful words.

Closing in.

Drawn to your voice – summoned by you.

You can run but you cannot hide.

The creature has no eyes that you can see, but it can hear your every hurried step; it knows the bitter scent of your fear; anticipates your every move even before you are aware of the thought – for he was born of your desires, your anger, your courage, your fears, your joys, your anguish, your compassion, your spite, your generosity, your pettiness.

You can’t hide from yourself forever.

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* * *

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I wouldn’t be surprised, really.

It’s never worked with 2 of a kind, notwithstanding the inevitable attraction.

It just doesn’t.

Shrug.

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Written by The Intimate Stranger

March 16th, 2012 at 1:16 am

Posted in words

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