The Third

its alright
to be lonely
sometimes

my mother said
its OK
to be sad
sometimes
she said

its not a
joke
and it does
not matter
she said

its whats
in
your heart
a look inside

my mother said
that
doesn't matter
either
its

the sharing
and caring
thats
really
important

but its all
right to be
lonely
sometimes

and thats
all
my mother
said
to me

today

The Second

There is a rock. In the middle of the cold unforgiving sea, there is a rock. Only a small rock, no bigger than your grandfather’s rocking chair, indeed perhaps smaller. However, unlike your grandfather’s rocking chair this rock is cold, isolated and just plain nasty. On this rock sits a small boy. You would know him, you would know him well. He sits there, on the rock, his head in his hands. There are no tears rolling down his cheeks, but you know he is sad. You know he is alone. You can see the walls. There are two. Two high walls, made of stacked bricks sealed into place with small portions of life. The first circles him. Clinging to his skin, a barrier between himself and anything that may get close. The second circles his rock. He likes to think of it as his island, his saviour. Separated from one and all, a sanctuary. The one place where he can be himself and survive. No pretending here, yet there is no one there. An empty windswept rock barely raised out of the rough and tumble sea surrounding him. The seawater gets through in a fine mist. It covers his face and droplets sparkle in his hair. A pretty sight, but one born from torment. A torment created by his own mind, and entrenched by his walls of solitude and peace.

The First

This is the time of new beginnings. A new year. A new decade. A new world. A new life. 4.30 in the am, and I'm sitting up. Unable to sleep, unable to dream. I'm throwing nearly everything away, and starting a new life. Here is where I'll keep my thoughts, and bits and pieces. Images created in words and pictures for whoever wishes to see and understand them. A little piece of my world, open for all. A link for friends and family momentarily distanced from myself, and a link for all those that wish to stalk and follow me. So lets open a book and turn the page, my passport shall be here shortly, followed by my tickets. Then i shall be gone. Oh, and everything posted within this blog is the sole property of the author. Namely, Me.