Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun . . .
((Yes, there are italics. Deal with it. XD))
inside the sun is shining and it is warm. there is a hug waiting for me there. inside it is Golden and Light and there is a familiar melody of song. and you are there with me. inside it is comfortable and dry and there is no pain. it's like a Piece of Heaven and nothing falls from the sky. I am surrounded by smiles and laughing daffadowndillies and rainbows. No one cries here.
I am happy, lost in my world of Light. There is no pain. There is no hurt or suffering or crying or want or despair. I watch the ants crawl up the wall into the crack of doom, carrying food of grain and cereal meal and each one sings a tune. inside they feast on engorged flies and wine and care not at all for the outside world.
there is a kite with your face. it likes to bounce amoung the clouds, saying 'the best way to live is to be free' and I let it go of all its earthly bonds and it flies. Into space and beyond the moon and her court. Into the nebula of Cancer where it's lost in a swirl of milky way stars. Dancing on a ribbon highway of diamond sky. And, inside, it is safe.
I don't fear tomorrow anymore. I don't fear the system. Because, I am on the inside and there is no one left looking out. The pillows are always soft. The air always fresh and clear and clean. The toliets always working and the pantries over flowing.
Cuddle with a calico cat undernearth the smiling sun. Sipping icy grapejuice from a goblet made of stone. Green grass sweetly smelling, turning to the sunny sky, missing all the birdies flying by. Don't wake me, dont want to be looking at a charred remains, tasting death upon my tongue. I am the sleeper. I am the catatonic. Here I am, all alone. See how they run.
See how they fly.
*And Frodo continues to stare, vacantly into the void of nothingness, but even so, for the first time, tears form in his eyes and trickle down, leaving stains upon his cheeks.*
inside the sun is shining and it is warm. there is a hug waiting for me there. inside it is Golden and Light and there is a familiar melody of song. and you are there with me. inside it is comfortable and dry and there is no pain. it's like a Piece of Heaven and nothing falls from the sky. I am surrounded by smiles and laughing daffadowndillies and rainbows. No one cries here.
I am happy, lost in my world of Light. There is no pain. There is no hurt or suffering or crying or want or despair. I watch the ants crawl up the wall into the crack of doom, carrying food of grain and cereal meal and each one sings a tune. inside they feast on engorged flies and wine and care not at all for the outside world.
there is a kite with your face. it likes to bounce amoung the clouds, saying 'the best way to live is to be free' and I let it go of all its earthly bonds and it flies. Into space and beyond the moon and her court. Into the nebula of Cancer where it's lost in a swirl of milky way stars. Dancing on a ribbon highway of diamond sky. And, inside, it is safe.
I don't fear tomorrow anymore. I don't fear the system. Because, I am on the inside and there is no one left looking out. The pillows are always soft. The air always fresh and clear and clean. The toliets always working and the pantries over flowing.
Cuddle with a calico cat undernearth the smiling sun. Sipping icy grapejuice from a goblet made of stone. Green grass sweetly smelling, turning to the sunny sky, missing all the birdies flying by. Don't wake me, dont want to be looking at a charred remains, tasting death upon my tongue. I am the sleeper. I am the catatonic. Here I am, all alone. See how they run.
See how they fly.
*And Frodo continues to stare, vacantly into the void of nothingness, but even so, for the first time, tears form in his eyes and trickle down, leaving stains upon his cheeks.*