.:Lindsay:.
And they're coming to take me away, ha ha!
They're coming to take me away, ho, ho, hee, hee, ha, ha!
To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time...
Trust
Bound, hamstrung, in boiling silences.
We live our lives banale in parody.
We set our scenes and play our roles,
For unseen audiences
Of dire domestic punditry.
Can we face the lies and eat our fear,
Plumb bottomless wells of our despair,
Rewalk the roads that brought us here?
I think not.
Trust is a very fragile thing,
Ephemeral, bright and beautiful,
It soars aloft on butterfly wing.
But mine lies crumpled now
And dull,
Mishandled,
By the child in you.
My prologue, done,…your cue!
I used to be brilliant.
Now I’m just smart.
It’s kind of a life buzzkill.
When I looked in the mirror just now, I saw my head. I saw the head that while relatively large, could not possibly be large enough to contain my entire being, my entire past and my personality and memories and thoughts and such and whatnot, my entire world. And just now, just then, I became further convinced and further assured that being is beyond all space and time, that a mind is not a merely physical thing.



