Here I sit on a plane home from home a studio apartment for one I have my hifi, I have my TV, I have my books to be lost in the sky The feeling of solitude and random thoughts of inspiration feed emotions in a rarefied air This pocket of isolation opens my eyes to a world of surprise Away from the crowd of tasks rubbing shoulders with strangers an infinity away this gift of quiet is a freedom the world can't steal from me I could take a trip across the world and find a universe hidden along the way Here, sitting on a plane.
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Probably the best therapy is to express yourself. Why do you think psychiatrists make you lie on the couch and talk, while all they do is murmur "hmmm", "uhuh", or "go on"? Archives
May 2017
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