Ramblings in search for significance even in this small world that I live in...How does every suppose to fit into the reality of every day living when you dream of the fairytell ending...were we so wrong to dream?
Monday, January 16, 2006
The 4 white walls....
actually there was one wall that was a dark aqua/green for accent but for all purpose and intent it was a basic room. Desk, dresser and bed, window and drapes. This has been my prison for the last 7 days. Some days being locked out of it for 10 hours and some days open where I could curl up into a ball on my bed. It was a safe place or the safest place I have ever been in my life! So hard to imagined that I just took 8 days out of my life to be in a safe place where there was no hard core decisions or life or death aftermaths to deal with.
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