brain vacation

my mind is even now spinning an elaborate web of fantasy to catch me with lest i should fall. i cannot now, for my own safety, entertain a rational thought for more than a few moments before one of the friendly staff at Psychological Defense Mechanisms General Hospital patiently & gently blurs the thought into some cathartic flight of fantastical fancy- or perhaps even an inner dialog with some phantom in my brain. Mired in reality, my body moves gracelessly like the shell it is through numbing layers of desolation, disappointment and despair. I've detached myself- what do i care? my waking life was the crashing plane and my mind the parachuter floating to safety under a canopy of dreams.
clichés are such a comfort at times like these.

i'm going on a brain vacation! waving goodbye to that lump of clay whose faraway eyes are watching my ascent, while the hands unpack suitcases they packed just yesterday. Poor thing. i'll bring her back a souvenier. i am sorry i have to leave you like this!- i wasn't lying when i said i needed this vacation.