People ask, How did you end up there? What they really want to know is if they are likely to end up in there as well. I can’t answer the real question. All I can tell them is, It’s easy.
And it’s easy to slip into a parallel universe. There are so many of them; worlds of the insane, the criminal, the crippled, the dying, perhaps of the dead as well. These worlds exist alongside this world and resemble it, but are not in it.
Maybe we need our delusions, right? Maybe we’re nothing without our fantasies that we live in a better world.
Many people die with their music still in them. Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it time runs out.
so brown eyes, I hold you near
‘cause you’re the only song I want to hear
a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
where soul meets body.