Inspiration for today^
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A slow feeling of dread crept up behind me and tapped me on my shoulder and I turned around and smiled. I greeted that feeling like an old friend. It was familiar and almost comforting. I knew how it functioned, how it would progress. A hole in the middle of me that grew bit by bit, swallowing every happy thing I'd known.
It was much later that this hole began to make sense to me. I always let it come and go as it pleased but after one time too many I sat down and talked to this ache, asked it where it came from.
Your name was whispered.
Shiromi wrote here: http://nicotine-overdose.blogspot.in/2012/02/holes.html
Joyee wrote here: http://joyee-bhattacharya.blogspot.in/2012/02/and-where-do-you-go.html