Friday, 4 April 2008

Pinnochio's Complex by TFP

A man a puppet maker
A son a commedia dell'arte puppet
A lover a barbie doll
A contractor a badly made daniel

Looking around the room......
i love those floor boards. tastefully drawn images. dirty red and smudged ink seem to go well together
one thick heavily tagged phonebook sitting next to the phone
a pile of brown ready-to-mail letters quietly waiting to reach out to once known people
some communication network deliberately spun around the opinionated soul behind some lies/truth of leaving

it is'nt the first time we feel alienated
not the first time people do not believe us
i sat on the red cushion silently emptying my thoughts
each day 'factory made products' walk in and out, and try to control our 'house'
to no avail... i simply refuse to comply
the more people around, the more lonely i feel

i actually enjoy solitude
imagine a quiet sunday
an empty house
with only my things, my thoughts, my world
maybe there's someone i would love to invite into the house
maybe the someone is not ready yet

i am the puppet maker
still trying to find my puppet after the show

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