The space around me is as that of an elevator, with invisible doors of reason that shield my heart from those around me.
People enter into my enormously small square box for brief moments of time, just passing through…
Some seeking to be lifted up,
Most invariably only able to go down.
On occasion, I have pushed the right button and brought those who have never quite attained the floor above them to new levels.
More often though, I am brought down to unwanted depths…
As my cable of reason gets cut by some passing soul who, without even realizing, encloses my little box a bit more tightly.
And I can only pretend that there is no box as I carry on, never knowing when the doors will re-open and who will walk in next.
But regardless of who enters here, I will continue pushing the up button until there is no one left underneath.
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Clint Richardson (realitybloger.wordpress.com)
Wednesday February 3, 2010
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