Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Confined

Confined to this space 14 hours a day. Magnificent views over the East River, rooftops in Brooklyn and Queens, the ocean on the other side. But I am still trapped, stuck in front of two screens, screamingly urgent emails that just beg to be deleted, dust piling up because I don't have the energy to clean up, phone ringing off the hook with demands. Too much too much too much.

I would like a different view, one of horizons far away, endless skies, cloud meeting ocean, space so wide it never comes to an end. Add to that the warmth of the sun on my skin and the peaceful sound of soft wind.

3 comments:

Simay said...

Oh, that does sound like heaven. And I don't even like the sun.

Songs for the Sick said...

I shall rescue you from your prison and make you tea & cakes in my country cottage garden <3

Paradox said...

I can't wait!!