Post by agent79 on Nov 9, 2006 1:01:51 GMT -5
This 'Pocket D' disturbs me.
I don't know how long I've been here. For some reason, I don't want to leave. I don't have wants.
I am too far from Mother. I can feel the 'D' all around me. It is alien and yet comforting.
Do I wish to be Free?
I've been sitting in this corner for days, watching people come and go. Sometimes I have a beer. There is money in the Hidden places, like pieces of Dreams, every coin carries a little Hope. I pay the Bartender with small sorrows and wish papers.
Why do I have these thoughts?
I am tired, so tired. I must leave this place. I must leave before I am Lost.
I don't know how long I've been here. For some reason, I don't want to leave. I don't have wants.
I am too far from Mother. I can feel the 'D' all around me. It is alien and yet comforting.
Do I wish to be Free?
I've been sitting in this corner for days, watching people come and go. Sometimes I have a beer. There is money in the Hidden places, like pieces of Dreams, every coin carries a little Hope. I pay the Bartender with small sorrows and wish papers.
Why do I have these thoughts?
I am tired, so tired. I must leave this place. I must leave before I am Lost.