Dry heat connecting my eyes and the pain not deep enough in my head. This old small doorknob is either locked, or it's broken. I can't get in this way. The distinguished sense of this place confides an ancient secret not yet understood. Several styles removed from today, it now has become magic. What is in there? The shape of the door. The crooked ( Read more... )

Tired faces. Looking through my own tired eyes. Scanning across all the jumping people, the press of screaming fans crowding in. Looking up at me. Demand. Loud voices. Smiles. It's not real. I look like a normal person when standing in line next to you and you don't really like me do you? I did this in the beginning because I loved it and even then ( Read more... )

How is it? How hard can I close my eyes, far back can I lean into this chair, long is it before I fall asleep and dream and dream and dream? A smile. Mine? (I feel the apparition with trembling fingers) guess so. Well!

The desk complained with quiet echos, transient sounds, distant fingerprints. Having triggered its ancient defensive mechanism I was already shifting my weight forward in response to the teasing with magic sounds of far away.

Burning bright star, flying across the sky of my life.
Gone now.
Like the angels.

Is this still here?

Happy people have different ambitions.

Why does each new building have to destroy a piece of my sky? Crushed and surrounded by the noise and busy thoughts of everywhere, I shrink down into my secret garden where I hide from the fact I'm hiding. Too much, or too little known facts about peace in my soul, either way I'm there far too often.

Time oh time, passing me by. By myself or with others was I where I was yesterday, will I still be here tommorow? Your guess is as good as mine.

I know something I know, only because of my love for her. That's why it hurts. I almost wish I didn't know.