Trapped-view from the window on Sunday. Trapped images all blurry and wavy, the bottles sit there looking out day after day on the outside world. Not getting through the panes, not escaping through a miniscule slot in the screen. Don't let life be this for you. Tip yourself over and roll out into the traffic. At least someone will move you out of the way, and you will have reached a place that you were not before. Do not let yourself be put on a shelf. Yell out!
Why You Have Come Here
If you have arrived here seeking sanctity or blessing, then you will have to provide your own cloak and dagger. I only confess to the daily struggle to treat the world with the respect it has earned in my estimation. We all look to the sky and wonder. I feel the whisper of the ages calling and know not what flutter or ripple calls true. My approach is to touch your life in only the manner in which you prefer. As we all must suffer at some time, then I feel we all deserve, also, the right to laugh. My smile is my weapon, and at times my words also I use to defend.