vague reflections

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAsitting here
just reading some posts
thinking about the terrible sadness,
of a that particular story…
reflecting upon the infinite joy,
of that enthusiastic lady…
and what of all these
worlds…

so far
from my own life…
here I am, wondering
how much is real…
how much make-believe…
how much of what I read
is “just” a story
worlds…
sometimes they may be real tragedies…
this thought brings a chill down my spine…
when I write
I too become…
just a few words
that someone reads
in the early morning light
or sometime around midnight
bodiless…
soulless…
a cut-out doll…

you just don’t know…do you,
how much you can believe
how much you shouldn’t…
I wish I were leaving on a train this morning…
going somewhere from which I would never return….

14 thoughts on “vague reflections

  1. This feeling I share with you today …. I just want to escape too – my mental statues is totally under the weather, but I think even if I stepped on that train .. I would like to come back one day. *smile Maybe we should step on the train together. Love this.

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    • Hey! I’m going to get myself a special train compartment for my fellow travellers! I think it’s the time of year, and the left over influenza that makes me feel it would be so good to just pack a bag and go…I’d just like to see something different…sun shiney…guess I’m going to have to write a story.

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