| Spark | Date: Sunday, 2012-05-06, 8:34 PM | Message # 1 |
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| It was well past midnight, and I was still awake. I was here ever since birth, ever since my mother said I was a monster.... and yet they still keep me here. As far as I know, nothing is wrong with me. I`m a normal 11 year old. That`s all I thought I was. They keep and watch me here, in this big, square white room 24/7. They cant keep me from the public forever. Yet today I fell asleep. It was a swirl of darkness,, with a voice screaming my name. "Alex, Alex.... come with me." The voice became a face, and it reached out for me. "It`s time.." the voice wailed, live a thousand violins. So I reached for the hands... and wailing sirens woke me. I stood there, in the doorway. The whole wall was crushed into pieces. I looked at my hands. Did I...? Then the voice came at me again. "Run! Run!" And so I did. At the end of the hall, there were two new hallways. One of them was full of the men in white suits. The other had a fire exit. So I took the fire exit. Just as I was reaching for the door, the lockdown began.
"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'.
After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles."
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together.
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