I can hear the tinking in the distance. And I feel sorrow. It reminds me of the Scrooge story. Or the Bloody Baron. Clinking away for eternity. Stuck as a ghost, wearing shackles on his feet as penance for everything he's done wrong.
+Will I be ball and chained for life as well? Will I be the pitiful character in some writer's novel, with sunken in eyes and sorrow emotionally tattooed on my face? Yes. I will.
+Boston by Augustana. "You don't know me, you don't even care. You don't know me, you don't wear my chains."
In a matter of seconds this all flies through my mind and instantly comes to a halt as life comes rushing into vision again. I twitch. I glance around the room. No one has noticed.
And for another day, the question of my sanity remains unanswered.
I can hardly wait to read it. It sounds incredible.
Posted by: One Guess. | August 16, 2008 at 01:21