Prison Log 1
Created | Updated Sep 12, 2007
You see, the little things you do effect other people - tiny things - it's all a vast web of interconnectedness after all, and we cling to it lest we fall into the gaping void that looms vast and and empty beneath.
Hold on tight and travel down the threads of what you know. If in doubt, tap into the vibrations that other people create, put your back to the void and ear to the web. Beware, there are holes... loose threads which dangle precariously above that which can never happen. Don't hang their for too long as your memories may wane, wax on, wax cough up your insecurities into the void and climb back up the thread.
Beads of light cling to to the silken string, follow them in the deepest night and you may find your way home. Your real home I mean. Your real home. Your real. You.
Hold on tight and travel down the threads of what you know. If in doubt, tap into the vibrations that other people create, put your back to the void and ear to the web. Beware, there are holes... loose threads which dangle precariously above that which can never happen. Don't hang their for too long as your memories may wane, wax on, wax cough up your insecurities into the void and climb back up the thread.
Beads of light cling to to the silken string, follow them in the deepest night and you may find your way home. Your real home I mean. Your real home. Your real. You.
