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[title] => An hour of peace
[time] => 2006-11-09 02:51:19
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[bodytext] => Sitting in a café healing my worn out mind, Approach me not I sit alone for a reason. Grant me this one hour out of twenty-four to reflect In peace, mentally overexerted and physically fatigued, Ah on my own at last! I yearn to be healed. Rush past me world I'm going to sit this hour out. To much dismay I discover that pretending to be invisible Isn't as good as the real thing as a familiar face accompanied with a cheesy grin approaches me. Yeah that's right keep on walking familiar face! I lack the desire to exchange forced pleasantries and pretend I care, for I am visiting my good friend solitude. Slipping into daydream mode for my daily dose of fantasy, For without fantasy how can anyone talk their sanity out of Escaping this chaotic crazy house we call 'the real world'? I think I'll go for the usual company, me and the girl of my daydreams. Now for the scenario, two lovers, a beautiful sunset beach? No A castle, I the knight she the damsel in distress? No It doesn't matter where we are as long as girl of my Daydreams is in my arms and whispering those three words All lovers long to hear from each other into my ear. I suddenly become Conscious that I am mouthing those three words, hypnotised by my own Current long distance relationship with reality I briefly believed for A moment that she was real. This trail of thought is Depressing fantasying about who I haven't got and who I would Give every thing up for to have. I think I'll stick to something lighter such as fighting alongside Lawrence of Arabia against the Turks in 1915 catch me if you can my Camels faster than yours! Or even how funny it would be to Tell various cretins I'm unfortunate enough to know exactly what I think of them, ha ha ha! Coffees getting cold… I snap out of it! Gosh is that The time already? Ah I feel so refreshed! Oh well time To dive off the cliff of solitude and hit the ground running In 'the real world'. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 251 [topic] => 43 [informant] => spencer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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