Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
Originally uploaded by soulbarista.
On some days,
despite the technicolor
world at hand,
i fade into the solace
of film noir...
grayscale as the comfort,
comfort as the quarantine --
we meet by chance,
a stranger and a friend,
along the halls of
this solitary asylum;
lost --
ask me the way out
to the cul-de-sac
of self-preservation.
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