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Disclaimer
The thoughts expressed below are the author's and the author's alone but mind you only at the time they were written. There should be no assumptions made that the author feels or does what is written here all the time. Neither is it safe to assume that even one of the quirks is present in his usual behavior. This is a fair warning - The author is well versed in the art of pagan rituals (curses etc) and is not afraid to use it!!

Saturday, January 30, 2010

The Tunneler

Every night I wake up when every body is asleep or more so every one thinks that I am sleep, and then I tunnel. I scrape away at the ground to make way for a life that I have been dreaming about since the first time I had a vision of it.

The Meadows and the breeze, the sun and the stars....they bring tears to my eyes. I rub them off along with the grime on my face and scrape once more at the unyielding soil. And every time I am rewarded with face full of dirt and stones. I wipe them away and think,"Still not enough" and I scrape again.

Lately the walls have been caving in on me. The pressures of my other life has been taking its toll, or is it the fact that I have lost it completely ....the will and the strength to come out through to the other side.


Shhhh....don't make too loud a sound....they might hear. Kind folks of the ground above me. I roam amongst them freely like a bird but they know nothing of the dark secret that I have. For even sweet souls such as their's shall shudder when they hear of my plan.

My plan, to live like I want to - To lead a life that I want to.....is it too much a crime?

One more cave-in today, the stars seem against me....but I shall not give in, no I shall not give in. Because If I do today I shall do forever, coz this action of mine today shall remain with me forever as a history of me and add to what I am. I shall not let such an action become of me. I shall not let it be a part of me. I shall not given in.


Time flows every so slowly, painfully slipping away from my fingers....my I am not done yet....
and I scrape again....with the sand blinding my eyes...but the dream they cannot take from me....

The dream that I see....the dream that will be true.....one more scrape....one more try...and I shall be free...!!!

I shall be free!!!


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