I have no way in.
I have decided that it all comes down to windows.
I like to hold on to the headboard when you come in.
I am living in a well-furnished prison.
My mind is like a cabinet but I have lost the key (did it not make it through bag check? i wonder...)
I deleted something that was sitting in the bottom of my stomach and after it was gone, I floated up to the sky, and, four hours later, found myself hovering over the rolling hills of Scotland. I saw some Highland Coos and I called my sister from a telephone booth five miles south of a bed and breakfast with coat hooks on the back of every door. If every coat hook had a coat that would be a lot of coats. Scotland can be cold (but the people are swell). Lock Ness found me for a quick ride.
I assured the man in the yellow brown hat sitting at the edge of the lake that we were old friends. I had met Lock Ness in my days as a child when I held the power to communicate non-verbally. Later, I was told this was a disease and since have attended daily therapy to figure out how to communicate with words.
I am happy to say I am regressing. Being a child is (much) happier.
I like to hold on to the headboard when you come in.
I am living in a well-furnished prison.
My mind is like a cabinet but I have lost the key (did it not make it through bag check? i wonder...)
I deleted something that was sitting in the bottom of my stomach and after it was gone, I floated up to the sky, and, four hours later, found myself hovering over the rolling hills of Scotland. I saw some Highland Coos and I called my sister from a telephone booth five miles south of a bed and breakfast with coat hooks on the back of every door. If every coat hook had a coat that would be a lot of coats. Scotland can be cold (but the people are swell). Lock Ness found me for a quick ride.
I assured the man in the yellow brown hat sitting at the edge of the lake that we were old friends. I had met Lock Ness in my days as a child when I held the power to communicate non-verbally. Later, I was told this was a disease and since have attended daily therapy to figure out how to communicate with words.
I am happy to say I am regressing. Being a child is (much) happier.