Saturday, February 28, 2009

Captain Midnight, sir, reporting from Isolation Central.

I wish I had something really deep to tell you.
I wish I had all the knowledge of the world in the palm of my hand.
To swell and splash like the depths of the sea.

The unthinkable has happened.
I am joining the legions of the silly and shallow.
Nothing is of consequence.
I want to matter!
I want it to make a difference...whether I stand upon this Earth or not!

Everything is muddled again.
I perform a wonderful disappearing act when it comes to people.
I'm too afraid to share my hopes and dreams and worries with them,
afraid they'll brush me aside as another silly dreamer.

Why am I telling you this?
I don't know.

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