Such a fine line
to check and balance

Lady Vivian

disparity of purpose can make each day the same as the next, the person you speak of needs to reclaim thier purpose
budd

Good one, Lily. I like it

They have become a blur?

Ron

This must be the depth of despair, the border between sanity and insanity. A total desolation, locked from everything.

I love the ending sentence, it summarizes everything
"No more do the days have a number"
What a brilliant ending

A true psychological masterpiece Carol

A suspenseful write dear lady Lily, it is clear this person tries to hold on to their sanity.

I bow and tip my hat to you

Cyrano

Each time we remove a symbol we get closer to the truth.

Oh, do I know this feeling! This is a "bad space" to be in. Whomever this is about is in my thoughts.



Love ya!



Jane

heads over tales eventually our inadequacies become clear and our number then realized, vanishes through the cloud of our lucid dreams ...

I have read this several times and like some others here, I can relate to this feeling :(

Gail

I can completely relate to what you have expressed through your verses here, Carol. If you could see in my soul, you would witness that I am telling the truth. Love and best wishes to you from me,

Regis

Sounds like someone who has lost hope of being found.

This is a tough one Lilly, I guess someone who is in a pretty bad place right now.

Mark

I thinks someone put that in my drink once. Kidding. Decisions are made not always with clear vision or thought. Many factors contribute. Love, hate, pain, loneliness even finances at times effect what we decide out proportion yet the consequences maybe unending for just that breif moment. The consequences are none the less the same. Each day is the same for what is done is done and cannot be undone, we live with what we do. OK my twisted mind has spoken. I triguing and thought provoking prose.



Stay well and keep writing

Eddy

Very interesting and on a mental level sounds like someone is lost within themselves with no where to turn except within the depths of despair.

Di

Oops! Hard to get into this one, very different kind of writing from my friend, Carol. As you might say, may light and happiness flow your way.

Sanity or insanity, whats the difference, aren't we all just a little bit wacky in our shacky as it were, sometimes...? e

An interesting write, and one I can identify with.

Rebecca