watchtower:
2010-02-07

I keep dreaming about strangers. They're usually girls, but sometimes without gender, sometimes without faces.

They stroke my hair and tell me everything's going to be all right, and I always believe them. They try to show me that not all people are dangerous, they try to show me through whispers and embraces.

I just woke up and I can still feel her whispering downy vestiges of sentinels on top of watchtowers. . . I still feel safe, and it hurts, because it will go away.

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