"the journey"
the mind is a strangely frightening, yet comforting place to live. most of the time, i work, then go home, then go to work, just to return home, on endless repeat.
i'm grateful to be employed, but i've been caught up in this rut for so long, it shocks me to no end to realize that five long years have crawled by, but i'm in the same place, with nothing to show for it, except for wisdom's trails in the corners of my eyes.
The Sirens have hypnotized me, and i'm on my back, drifting in the middle of the caribbean sea, watching the clouds loom above, giggling with the seagulls fluttering over me.
there's no hunger, there's no sleep, just an unbroken cycle, on skipping repeat. there i go, floating away, as the waves roll me gently, in and out, in and out, with their guiding touch, and for days, or possibly weeks, i still can't tell...i turn my head to see land in the distance and two massive green peaches...or is that fuzz?
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