2006-04-28 - 1:23 a.m.
Jack Never Should Have Run From His Friends
There is nothing that I could say that could transcend the social awkwardness of my presence.
Standing in the door, a ghost of the person I once was.
Through hell and back has lost its meaning. It seems to have become some sort of catch phrase. Something he would always say. He felt invincible at one time.
He is long dead now.
And I am a ghost with a rusting steel trap around my foot.
A terrified prodigal victim.
Repentant and following the trail of blood back home.
Over and over in my mind.
The world would love to watch me chew off my foot. They could make it quick and easy. Break the bone that seems to be holding up my entire integrity.
Something that runs parallel to my spine.
Something neglected, and in disrepair that I am not sure I could live without.
I am not even sure if you could save me.
Even if you wanted to.
Even if I could ask.
But I don't think I can.
I never should have run so far.
But I did.
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