Withdrawn from society, isolated in the prison of my own consciousness. People talking. Jumbled thoughts. Oblivion behind me closed in fast. Old behaviors secure selfish motives
The trial has begun, the judge has entered. I am guilty. Utterly guilty of slander and emotional sexual abuse and neglect. My past is catching up, better run faster. Push Daniel, push, you’ll make it. The agony of guilt is too much to bear. I will run faster, faster.
Where is the end of this darkness? If I stop running I may find it. Ha! Doubtful. Grasping around helplessly for an answer, for a way. Where’s the path, the Road I must trudge? I long for an embrace, comforting, things of the physical to supply my artificial needs. Contact, where is the contact? Where did my love run off to? Any outside source to fill the void is necessary to my sanity, I feel. The space