The mirror behind me.

If walls could talk I would be in “prison’ “I’m a celebrity get me out of here“ seriously the discussion we have; the walls and I have, are really “Have I got news for you! Type of discussion “Look now I’m referring to the wall as another person “we” Anyway here it is ………..I’m trapped in a room. It has no windows but it has four walls that remind me of being in a lift. I have nobody to talk to, so I talk to the wall. If walls could talk hey I would be in deep trouble for being an activist,medium,philosophical speaker 🔈 of all subjects. The walls are all I have, my words sink into them and embrace them like lovers.

I’m here against my will, I’ve been kidnapped by a force bigger than anyone has ever seen. It’s so much more bigger than you or me. The world outside I see unbiased without emotional intelligenc, I see the corruption of the world Leaders and the greed, lies and I’ve named it ”Lord of the Flies” people are dropping like them in their own web of lies.

There, it’s there again, that noise, I have to keep as quiet as a mouse, it’s my bodyguard at the back of the wall, checking I’ve not done anything I shouldn’t have done, or written anything above or beyond the outlined ordered stance of acceptanc, their’s of course, shit! I’ve spoken out loud again, that’s a strike against me! I have to speak so quietly so the microphone on the wall cannot pick my voice up and the mirror hold a see through window into a world I am glad I’m kept away from.

it all started in 2014 I was given “gifts“ oh yes these special “gifts“ include being able to see previous,past,present. Healing hands. Except these “gifts” got me locked up. I’ve been a prison to these walls ever since. Working for a blackmailer in two countries theirs and mine. Thrown food and drink when I’m good and solved a crime. I do not take money as that would be a big mistake on me and my belief that one day I’m going to break every fu*** shackle that has chained my family and me. From this generation to previous generations past however many these may be.

I used to think my role was to protect a certain person and a country but that was shattered when I woke up and peiced a jigsaw puzzle together and it was against my own family!

Anyway I have to be careful these words do not get into the wrong hands otherwise I will be banned, from all interactions of your decaying, in prosperous lands. What is the going share price for this rice? It’s just ridiculous that’s what Mrs Gertrude has just said, I wouldn’t know I don’t do share prices they remind me of the charts of my heart monitor, everytime I go, this country is getting to be a shit show on the latest T. V show. Well how would I know I do not have a T.V and have no interac other than what I am productively shown, the news is cut and cropped and political world propaganda and none is real in most shots, I have to rely totally on my sixth sense to make any notion or any common sense, of reality to fiction, which costs valuable time I could have been productively been using on cruising through the things we as Country and a World really need to be solving. So while these walls hold all my scars and abuse ask yourselves what’s at the real root cause of staying in this coffin room of four walls no window and a ceiling for a tomb. But these walls hold incredible beautiful memories of when I used to sit and tell ; all them ,all the stories I loved to read my children as they grew up, funny how apt they have become. If walls could speak 🗣️ you would all have burst eardrums.