Tales from the subconcious #1

December 15, 2006

I’ve done it,

I’m out, my fingers are dancing across this keyboard like little fairies dancing on the wind.  Unfortunately I’m still trapped, I’m still in the skin I’m in.  I’ve been seeking escape for some time now.  I’m longing to discover what it is like not to be the center of the universe.

It becomes difficult sometimes to maintain sanity when instead of believeing that no man is an island, you perceive that every man is an island.  We’re all islands, anchored to the earths crust yet trying to send messages across the waves to the other islands all around, but all we can see is shore and trees.  I can’t see the little mouse that just dove for cover as the owl went after it.  I can’t see pain scraping away inside your mind… most of the time I don’t even think there is anything but the beach and the trees and the smile you put on with your make up.

One comment

  1. Liam;

    I hope your fairies are still working for you.

    I got tagged bya friend of mine – and I’m tagging you..

    If you are wondering what I am talking about, read my blog.

    Chris (or Mr. B, if you really need to call me that!)

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