Have You Been Here

Have you been here ?, sunk soul deep in a chair, looking out onto a dull day that seems stalled in indecision, your thoughts being carried along in the waking wash of a blanked out dream, a no place, a way off stare from where you rather not come back. Here, where you feel the edges of yourself slowly unravel into teased out nerves that twinge with a little pain and pleasure as they snap and let go. The sense of a great distance into which you can float off and not be seen again, and then, a daydream opening out like a picture book that you keep folded away in a pocket until you can jump in. They will tell you it's a dangerous place to be, the no place where souls get lost, a somewhere cut loose from what is real. Too much time here messes with your head. I don't know, but there are days when it seems to be the only place you can go.