A window: Outlander of the outlander
All day (and night) I have been sitting by the windowsill, peering into another world inside that of another world. The Outlander brings me to Scotland and through time indeed. I feel my heart wrenched when seeing the deep dark torture and 'ransom of a soul'. I sit so close...I sit in...i sit in the cell of a man being raped by another, "do you thnik i do not have control of the darkness i possess?" oh the torture and wound of soul next to a mangled hand is jolted my stomach and heart. I was watching this world with my heart beating quick and slow..breath drawn deep and then fast. I'm shocked and moved...chuckle and cheer. I have been to ancient ruins before; i have been to old houses..and many a time wonder and try to conjure the likes of the place when it had the spirit of life within it. Oh have I tried...and oh is it always such a deep vast distnance...as between myself and the stars above...trying to conjure the likes of the stars and planets in space......
