Echoes

I sit in a dungeon of dusty manuscripts- (so little light, so much knowledge) and I have turned to review the years spent in hellish waiting- pondering my reluctance to escape needing desperately to leap beyond the pseudo-boundaries placed here by my own psyche Fear? You walk between the shadows- the finite/material and the infinite/spirit (ual) often, mediocre days of enduring and isolation but- the plastic smile works well, fools many- even you? Sometimes...