Personal Space
Nov. 14th, 2006 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloI was sitting quietly by myself in someone else's space.
I was a little anxious.
I could feel that I didn't fit. The walls were full of memories and habits and aspirations that weren't mine.
Not ghosts, not hostile, just not to do with me.
The weather of another personality.
All houses are haunted houses.
I am sitting now in my own space. Settled. Attending to my own weather. Listening to the noises I don't normally bother to hear: the hum of the computer, the clock that goes plonk, plonk, plonk quite slowly like water dropping into a galvanised tank and the other clock that goes tick tick tick quite fast like an insect.
I was a little anxious.
I could feel that I didn't fit. The walls were full of memories and habits and aspirations that weren't mine.
Not ghosts, not hostile, just not to do with me.
The weather of another personality.
All houses are haunted houses.
I am sitting now in my own space. Settled. Attending to my own weather. Listening to the noises I don't normally bother to hear: the hum of the computer, the clock that goes plonk, plonk, plonk quite slowly like water dropping into a galvanised tank and the other clock that goes tick tick tick quite fast like an insect.
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Thats ace
Date: 2006-11-16 03:05 am (UTC)Fantastic you should turn it into a piece of poetry
BB Rik
Re: Thats ace
Date: 2006-11-16 11:36 am (UTC)This is about as close to poetry as I get these days.
Maybe it's a prose poem.