Isolation Pt. II
by Ramona Amely
Hello, my name is madness. Yes, I know that’s an odd name, but I like “odd.” Anyways, I seem to be lost, lost from any form of mankind and planet earth. I’m not complaining though, I like being lost, in fact I made myself lost. I have traveled all the way up to space you see, just to be isolated from this planet I so call “home;” it’s how I renew myself, and become someone new, and different. I wait for change to approach me. I like living in outer space, it gives me some time to think of who I want to be next. “Floating madness?” You ask. I guess you can call me that. You see, my presence is no longer needed on earth, at least for the time being. That’s why I come up here, as “floating madness” to wait for change to approach me until I am someone or something entirely different for that matter; then I shall return to earth. “Am I an alien?” You ask. No, I am no alien silly but I am I. Me is who I am. My being is I, and shall always intend to be me. You see, I enjoy being lost, it’s an adventure. “Why?” You ask. Well because silly, when I get found I am someone different, I can live an entirely new life, with new options and choices. It’s like a second chance at life. Time changes a person you know? When someone has too much time on their hands, they misuse it, however that’s rarely the case for me. I ignore time like an evil plaque! When I’m up in outer space, there is no need for time, the amount is infinite; you can say I isolate time, just like I isolate myself from the world. Literally. It’s funny how being isolated gives you all the time in the world. It’s like I started off with very little but I somehow ended up with more than I ever needed. It’s quite dark up here, you know, in outer space and all. “Don’t I get lonely?” You ask. Never! I have all the friends I will ever need here, like over yonder: “hello Mr. Jupiter!” That’s my friend Jupiter over there, he likes to be called Justin sometimes, beats me why. Sometimes when I get tired I like to sleep on a shooting star. Stars are unique, you see, back at home I would make a wish on a shooting star, but now I’m sleeping on one! Didn’t see that coming, now did you! I can make an endless amount of wishes and never worry about missing a shooting star. “Do I ever get homesick?” You ask. No, not really, I mean earth is right below me. I can go back anytime I want, I just choose not to. People think I’m crazy sometimes, coming to space and all, but I don’t mind. I think “crazy” is a compliment, don’t you? Wow, I feel pleasantly different now, this isolation stuff really works on me, how about you, and do you feel different? Well, I think it’s time for me to go back now, it seems my presence it needed back on earth again. Change has reached me. I would tell you my name, but after all this change coming to me, I forgot who I was, or what I was? Was I a dog? No, a cat! Ok, I’m positive I was a nice white leather couch! Forget it, I guess we’ll never know. I hope you understand? It was nice meeting you, whoever you are. Goodbye Mr. Jupiter! Justin? Oh, you prefer “Justin?” Ok. Goodbye Justin! I hope home didn’t miss me too much! I wonder where I live?
Goodbye.
-Love,
Floating Madness
by Ramona Amely
Hello, my name is madness. Yes, I know that’s an odd name, but I like “odd.” Anyways, I seem to be lost, lost from any form of mankind and planet earth. I’m not complaining though, I like being lost, in fact I made myself lost. I have traveled all the way up to space you see, just to be isolated from this planet I so call “home;” it’s how I renew myself, and become someone new, and different. I wait for change to approach me. I like living in outer space, it gives me some time to think of who I want to be next. “Floating madness?” You ask. I guess you can call me that. You see, my presence is no longer needed on earth, at least for the time being. That’s why I come up here, as “floating madness” to wait for change to approach me until I am someone or something entirely different for that matter; then I shall return to earth. “Am I an alien?” You ask. No, I am no alien silly but I am I. Me is who I am. My being is I, and shall always intend to be me. You see, I enjoy being lost, it’s an adventure. “Why?” You ask. Well because silly, when I get found I am someone different, I can live an entirely new life, with new options and choices. It’s like a second chance at life. Time changes a person you know? When someone has too much time on their hands, they misuse it, however that’s rarely the case for me. I ignore time like an evil plaque! When I’m up in outer space, there is no need for time, the amount is infinite; you can say I isolate time, just like I isolate myself from the world. Literally. It’s funny how being isolated gives you all the time in the world. It’s like I started off with very little but I somehow ended up with more than I ever needed. It’s quite dark up here, you know, in outer space and all. “Don’t I get lonely?” You ask. Never! I have all the friends I will ever need here, like over yonder: “hello Mr. Jupiter!” That’s my friend Jupiter over there, he likes to be called Justin sometimes, beats me why. Sometimes when I get tired I like to sleep on a shooting star. Stars are unique, you see, back at home I would make a wish on a shooting star, but now I’m sleeping on one! Didn’t see that coming, now did you! I can make an endless amount of wishes and never worry about missing a shooting star. “Do I ever get homesick?” You ask. No, not really, I mean earth is right below me. I can go back anytime I want, I just choose not to. People think I’m crazy sometimes, coming to space and all, but I don’t mind. I think “crazy” is a compliment, don’t you? Wow, I feel pleasantly different now, this isolation stuff really works on me, how about you, and do you feel different? Well, I think it’s time for me to go back now, it seems my presence it needed back on earth again. Change has reached me. I would tell you my name, but after all this change coming to me, I forgot who I was, or what I was? Was I a dog? No, a cat! Ok, I’m positive I was a nice white leather couch! Forget it, I guess we’ll never know. I hope you understand? It was nice meeting you, whoever you are. Goodbye Mr. Jupiter! Justin? Oh, you prefer “Justin?” Ok. Goodbye Justin! I hope home didn’t miss me too much! I wonder where I live?
Goodbye.
-Love,
Floating Madness