Stories,Stickers and Stamps

      I am the sun . When I walk in the room,all eyes on me,its quiet,stillness.I am everything. I can feel the warmth around me.Eminating,pulsing,bursting. I can feel the glow,I can see the glow. The glow on people’s faces reflecting back at me,the warmth they feel and the comfort they get from seeing me,being around me. I give life. I give life to the room,the light,the warmth and all eyes are on me.They know,they see it and feel it and they always want more,always.Hungry,begging,pulling and tugging. People are jealous.All the girls want what I have,want to be me.All the boys want me. I know,I see,I notice.The minute,the hour of pleasure is feels good but the high wears off and I only want more.    The old me would have loved it,embracing and inhaling every moment of this, but now,now all I care is this feeling. I do not care about belonging,people want to belong to me.It’s everything. I am the life itself. Everyone wants me,everyone wants to be me.I am,the sun

   Smoke,mist. Grey nothingness going on for eternity. Clouding the vision.Clouding the mind. No sign of clearing up,not knowing when will the way appear. Going nowhere,leading to nothing. Never ending,eternal. It is not but that is what it seems like. Seems like to him.    Chained up.Struggling,on and on. Pulling,pushing, but alas it leads to nothing but suffering,confusion.Nothing useful,no answer but greater chains. Pulling him back,keeping him grounded.He pulls and fights and struggles yet he is bound until the revelation comes onto him. He is lost and confused,needs the way,the answer,but none has come. He is desperate,searching through fog,lost in the mist.It keeps changing shape,keeps changing direction. It is visible,noticeable, he recognises the fact but cannot read the signs. He needs time,a moment. A moment to put it all together and see how to leave the chains behind,how to find the way out and see the light of day,see the fog lift and what is the right way. The fog