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And there she was.
And there I was.
She was beautiful and I had no choice but to fall in love with her.
Unfortunately she was on the cover of a magazine and I had no chance of ever meeting her.
I guess it's better than the time I fell in love with the woman on the front of a box of cereal only to realize she was actually a mascot frog...
She did nothing. Just smiled. Just reached out her hand as if to say hold on. I feel it too. You're not alone.
Fog settles down behind my eyes, clouding my mind, it's harder to think now when my brain feels like an island shrouded in mist.
Zone.
Mine.
You're in it.
It makes me uncomfortable, and I just cannot deal with the discomfort.
It makes me tense, I can feel it, in my chest, the pressure. My tongue feels like it's swollen in my throat. I have personal space problems.
This is why I hate public transit.
And there I was. The line was long, but I waited, oh yes, I waited. It was like torture, waiting waiting waiting. I could feel the cold sweat forming on my brow, the moths in my stomach making me sick. I finally came to the teller.
"Hello. I am a bank robber."
This is what you don't get.
Concept.
It's a very basic...thing, but you can't seem to grasp it, right?
You're afraid.
Of what I don't know, but I can see it smothered behind your eyes.
Afraid.
And you try to hide it, try to push it back to the darkness of your mind, but it coming back up. You'll not get away from it.
The concept.