Shadows in the dark
I sit alone in the dark,
I wonder why things are as they have become.
Is life really a random act of haphazard events strung together,
appearing as if there is a reason and logic to it?
Or is this existance no more than a projection of what we hope it will be?

I find strange things going on, in my head, that I can't always explain.
I look to make sense of my life, and what drives me, and what prevents me from
either walking up to the button on the wall and pushing it, thus ending all! (one of
the few rights of citizens is still the suicide button in our own cubical. They don't
dare take that away from us).
Or perhaps just walking over to the airlock, putting on a suit and walking out, away
from all the demands made upon us. Just to start over.
Almost like the joke about two "ladies of the evening" talking:
"I'm thinking about moving to a new town, and start over and become a virgin again"

Obviously there is the old adage that sez " where ever you go, there you are!"

But is it true?
I'm sure that one drags a whole lot of baggage with one, if you do it. I have met only
one person who has actually "fugue state" and returned in realativlly stable state,
(or at least stable state for her, not that she was to begin with).

disclaimer: i can't spell well, curse of dyslexia. won't blog daily, but when needed
Chaos=where brilliant dreams are born