I wonder if the dog and the cats could come to the loony bin with me? Padded cell for 4 please.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Dreaming of escape
Is it wrong to dream of a place with just me and the animals, of peace and quiet, of no one to call me stupid, or expect me to read their mind? Is it wrong to think of starting over and yearning for a chance to just put all this behind me? Is it wrong to wish that I could just be alone with no one to bother me, to interfere, to harrass?