Thousands of eyes,
looking at my sleeping body.
After my false awakening,
I saw them,
still trapped in the dream.
They were recording
my every painful breath.

Eyes without eyelids,
dense, dark air.
I became an unexpected glitch
in the imposed system.
They just didn’t know
what to do with me.

The spiders around my bed
were watching over
the meaning of my existence.

I had only a deep need
to find a place
for all elements
of the broken vessel,
the black pupils,
the witnesses
to my faltering walk.

I am not yet a butterfly.
I am the caterpillar
in a long ego tunnel.

Thomas was right.

To heal,
I must keep going
and going
until all becomes
one seamless whole,
ready to transform
into a flying being,
free from the chain of wounds,
sacrificed
on the altar
of broken Ego.

why do you love me
she expectantly asks

I have asked myself
the same question
he answers and smiles

so i did what he says,

whilst running up

and down the stairs.



source to av,

only there aint no av,

not

on that one anyhow.



press my scart lead,

that is probably it.



press the sky button,

the sky does not respond.



we still has televison snow.



he will come out on friday.

"Sweetie?"

"Yes, my love."

"I can't sleep."

"Oh. Well, what can I do?"

"Nothing. I'm destined to be miserable and riddled with pain until I die,
which, hopefully, won't be too long a wait."

"Come here and give me a cuddle."

"Noooo, I need my space. I'm sweating buckets."

"What if I pop out and bring us back two Mr Whippy ice creams?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Oh, I'll be the one eating them."

"Mmmm. I like where this is going."

"Hey, God, why has my life been such a disaster?"

"Are you judging it by your failures or your achievements?"