200 canaries in a cage 1 escapes
bubble blues i'm not happy in my bubble who knows maybe it's me & not it is everyone sane & me crazy? people seem to know who they are i have no idea i seem to drift which who way when what? would be good to be more settled but the constant buffeting from millions of cars machines movement of people closeby i can't settle in the country i was able to create characters each different & maintain them for a week & patiently watch how events would unfold more time more space more quiet now i'm unable to clear enough space on my desk to use my computer & so i type on a telecommunication device shorter lesser nervous ticks it's been too long since i've held ambition for a great work this is turning into journaling & journaling is not literature i haven't read a novel in a year i'm broken inside a bubble that breaks me further where is sanity? an illusion i've long parted ways with how i miss my married days & life in a big fam...