I'm Free
08-22-2003, 04:13 PM
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When I was a child a friend of mine's mother cleaned houses for an extra income. We used to go with her from time to time in the summer months as we were very young and couldn't be left at home.
One of my favorite places she cleaned was a stately home with giant rooms, they seem to go on forever, and gave me the feeling of being the only person in the world when I was left alone for short periods of time while she and her son (my friend) would be scrubbing something or other in another part of the house.
I remember the room I enjoyed most, and would be alone in by choice, it had one of those pictures hanging above the mantle who's eyes would follow me and I would tease it by walking back and forth and around about trying to one day out-wit its glare, alas I was never to be more clever than the painted image of what would become my adversary. Its spectator, non-blinking cold eyes always won our game....
I knew the joy of being the only human being alive in that time of youth and folly; but somewhere in that seperated pretend world I remained, always aware of the 'dorthy' like magic in my possession to revert to the comfort of home and family and the hustle and bustle of life with others in it...I sometimes feel that way again; here upon my creations of inner space and abeyance of the cyberworld; always in hopes of that comfort's conformation that indeed, others are out there, that the return in this world will echo that room in my past, and take me away form the specators glare and following eyes of nothingness.
:( I await you, who ever you may be.
When I was a child a friend of mine's mother cleaned houses for an extra income. We used to go with her from time to time in the summer months as we were very young and couldn't be left at home.
One of my favorite places she cleaned was a stately home with giant rooms, they seem to go on forever, and gave me the feeling of being the only person in the world when I was left alone for short periods of time while she and her son (my friend) would be scrubbing something or other in another part of the house.
I remember the room I enjoyed most, and would be alone in by choice, it had one of those pictures hanging above the mantle who's eyes would follow me and I would tease it by walking back and forth and around about trying to one day out-wit its glare, alas I was never to be more clever than the painted image of what would become my adversary. Its spectator, non-blinking cold eyes always won our game....
I knew the joy of being the only human being alive in that time of youth and folly; but somewhere in that seperated pretend world I remained, always aware of the 'dorthy' like magic in my possession to revert to the comfort of home and family and the hustle and bustle of life with others in it...I sometimes feel that way again; here upon my creations of inner space and abeyance of the cyberworld; always in hopes of that comfort's conformation that indeed, others are out there, that the return in this world will echo that room in my past, and take me away form the specators glare and following eyes of nothingness.
:( I await you, who ever you may be.