2005-09-11 - 12:43 a.m.
Jack Needs To Get Away
Everyone around me could tell.
And even I knew.
That I needed to get away.
Still, I tried to deny it, even to myself.
Still, they saw through it as easily as I did, and calmed the neurotic duality that comes with being a shut in, and a prisoner to your own mind.
It is safe to step outside, really.
Take my hand.
When was the last time you really breathed?
When WAS the last time I really breathed?
It will come to me sometime tomorrow night, when I am sitting beneath more stars than I could ever imagine. For some reason, it is the sky that I am looking forward to the most. Endless. Unobstructed. It will put everything in perspective for me.
I need to get away.
I need to disappear.
I need to get out of this house. Even though I am afraid to when I really stop and think about it.
That I will not be coming home after work tomorrow.
Not even for a few minutes.
There will be a car waiting, and I will get into it, willingly. And I will disappear.
I can not write from the edge of Nowhere, but I will be back in a few days.
This is the ultimate sabbatical.
No cream.
No sugar.
No cheating.
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