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| The Nightmare |
| Thoughts From The Inside |
| I Am A Cigarette |
| One Big Question |
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Sitting alone, in a corner, by myself, my thoughts twirling all about. Trying to find a piece of sanity, I search through my mind, knowing that is my only way out! Even as reality skitters on the edge of my mind, an alter-reality consumes all, knocks what is real out, over the edge.
I am now left to live what is not here,
what is not real. My entire mind is consumed in a milky haze, what is real
and what is not blend together. Everything is knocked out of contrast, out
of focus. I no longer see with my eyes, feel with my hands, smell with my
nose, or taste with my mouth. I have been robbed of all my normal functions,
I now live in a world between,
a world of voices, of thoughts, an astral
plain.
Whatever the mind can conceive is what
is born into my new world. In this world I am the new King, this is now
my domain. To be born into a world of thoughts and perceptions, to be taken
out of reality and thrown into this world,
I don't know if I should be mad or take
it as a blessing, an escape from everyday life. An escape from all the hurt,
to be free from the anger and fear and sadness of the regular world.
What have I done to deserve this, have I been bad or good? where is this new world of mine? Am I the only inhabitant, or are there others? Am I given the choice to go back to the other place, or am I destined to be trapped here in this void? So many questions, but no answers seem to come. But I still ask, where am I? what will become of me?
And then a sound rings out to me. It is distant, but I can hear it, feel it, see its vibrations ringing out towards me. Is it an answer to my questions, or another coming into my world? Either way, I will get an answer or have a companion to share this strange world with me.
Suddenly I am jolted, thrown. what is
happening? Bright lights flood my world. All my thoughts disappear. I find
myself sitting in my cell, in the real world. I am back, but was I ever really
gone? Or was it all just a dream conjured up by some part of my subconscious
mind. It is all so strange. It all felt so real, but here I sit, in the real
world, in reality or, is this all really just a dream ??
Wes Quick
You Can Write Wes Quick directly
at the address below . . .
I'd like to
write with someone about just everyday life, hobbies, favourite books,
movies, music, etc... I'm 24, I have brown hair, blue eyes, and I am
6'11". I am single, I enjoy reading novels, playing the
harmonica, writing poems, watching good movies, I enjoy music from the 60's
on up, and I like playing volleyball and working out. When I was
on the streets I enjoyed traveling, hiking, bungee jumping, and so on...
I appreciate you taking
the time to read this letter, Sincerely . . .
Wesley Quick
Jefferson County Jail
809 Richard Arlington Jr. Blvd
Birmingham AL
35203 USA
| The Nightmare |
| Thoughts From The Inside |
| I Am A Cigarette |
| One Big Question |
| More Writings By Wes Quick . . . |
