Keep this going -

pearljoy

It's all so simple - we exist in the middle, looking for our comfort, searching for our homes.
I believe that is where I've come to belong
among the wanderers, the seekers of there souls
My spirit is aware of things past my mind
I feel desperately locked on the outside
Help me understand if you see this like I do.

Ms. Haiku

pearljoy wrote:

It's all so simple - we exist in the middle, looking for our comfort, searching for our homes.
I believe that is where I've come to belong
among the wanderers, the seekers of there souls
My spirit is aware of things past my mind
I feel desperately locked on the outside
Help me understand if you see this like I do.

Well, oddly enough, all of a sudden
an image of a chair popped into my head yesterday
while I was going to sleep
it had amber wood rectangle arms almost suspended
and a square of black for the back with 4 bolts
the square did not cover the entire back.

I asked someone at work what it was
and immediately he said Bauhaus

I don't know anything about Bauhaus
except that it involves textiles
and there's a coffeehouse in Seattle
with the name.

So, in a way I was not really locked outside, but just a few
steps away from the door, and someone opened it for me.