How long have I been trapped behind these walls? Floating around. Waiting. Anxious for you to release me from this past-barred prison. I pound my fists and beg for mercy. I cry out to you. You laugh. You sigh. You leave.
My tears mingle with these walls. Flowing down. Pooling. A physical testimony to the well of pain and emptiness you left behind. I sink to my knees and pray for mercy. I ask for peace. I plead. I sigh. I laugh.
My breath shatters these walls. Disappearing completely. Gone. My only memento of my captivity is knowledge. I was my keeper. My jailer. My pardon. I am free at last.
Wonderful……and a really wonderful view, where is it ?
So this is the reason you dont visit me anymore eh Kat? You escaped!
I am busy with a chisel these days. I decided I dont like the universe the way it is so I got a hammer and a chisel and I am busy chipping away the pieces. Only the pieces of this universe are tied to my flesh and bones and often they take some part of me away when I let go of them. But neways, lets see what I end up with.
Your piece says so much again. Yes we are our own tormentors and our own prison. Cherish the knowledge Kat, it only lasts as long as your sanity.
J
you said I was doing some soul searching. maybe if you visit my pages again you would see where it made me land.
John, as you well know, I visit your blog on a regular basis. I have never missed a posting. I have not, however, seen you land yet. I’ve only seen you hover uncertainly in the air. It is okay to stay there. It’s safer there. I may join you there soon.