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February 25, 2005
chisle
They come in the hour before dawn. Heavy, heavy footsteps, stun guns, a cattle prod. Three nights in row now. They try to wake me.
I sleep.
Strong glimpes of freedom. A complete lack of restraint. Soaring flights of fancy - Eluding captors, clearing their reach, winning their game. Beautiful smiling woman effortlessly and completely connected the way it should be. Friends reading my mind with a smile. Soaring like a great bird over oceans, fiords, and deltas. Escaping from a dungeon of alien society. Free flowing, nothing blocked. So light, effortless. The feel is so strong - I know this feel. It is the ideal alive. Such a strong pull.
I wake, the rising sun shining in through rusted steel bars, casting shadows on my walls. The feel fades. I get coffee, and dream of freedom. But thats not the way it works. Time to chisle away the stone. That is the key.
Stardust falling in one shoe, rockdust in the other.
Posted by Ocean at February 25, 2005 01:09 PM