Insanity Stories

As I read your words I can almost feel your fingers glide across my skin. I can imagine the look in your eyes, the passion and the lust. I dream of the day we may actually meet. You pull words from my mouth and reactions from my body that I have seldom heard or felt. It's far from love but borderline insanity this attraction that I feel. I can only hope that it is shared between you and I. That you can see from the words...

Oh Nancy, won’t you tell me, Of the things that you see, In the land that you live in, That we call insanity. You speak of songs never sung, And ships which never sailed, And write to me from distant lands, In letters never mailed. You cry at night for the one, Who lost a love so dear, And say I am so far away, Although I sit right here. Oh Nancy won’t you tell me, Of the jewels that you seek, In the land that you live in...

Some sounds command attention and cause everyone within earshot to stop what they are doing to respond to the sound.  Truck and rail air horns are classic examples which do not cause undue stress if one is not parked on the tracks. Unexpected sounds are often extremely stressful. Such was the loud “schick-schick” sound of the pump shotgun which abruptly destroyed the mood in the guest bedroom where Dave’s wife, Cyndee (Cy...