No Man's Land

Where am I? Neither alone or

together. No rest and security

nor the privilege of being free as

a bird. Or at least thinking I’m as free

as a bird. But then catching myself

thinking that I want to be caught or

in fact I am caught. Caught in a

web I weave for myself. Some would

say delusional, hopeful but based

on scant evidence which

is sometimes in my mind and then

sometimes not.

 

By Tim Jones 20/3/12