Automatic Writing

[Ibby]

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Let The Houses Cry, a memory from Bedlam.

Once when I was a kid I saw a ghost, not a ghost, the ghost of a ghost. It was like someone had died, and then been so lonely being dead they died again. And when youve already died twice what do you do? You cry, theres nowhere else to go youre dead youre gone youre a ghost, but not even a visible, real ghost, the ghost of a ghost, the invisible dark sadness in a room in a house in old houses, those big lonely old mansions like you see crooked old aunts withering away and dying in and leaving to their handsome nephew who is really a detective in those bad detective movies. Those houses. Big houses that just feel lonely all the time feel like theyre going to collapse inwards just to get it all over with. The ghosts, the ghost-ghosts, they live in these houses and cry, but they all cry together but not together, they cry at the same time but they cant see eachother, cant feel eachother, cause theyre all just ghosts of ghosts, and theyre all so lonely cause they cant die but cant live and cant talk and cant see or hear or anything only feel and they feel so lonely and they live in the houses together and make them dark, and that mold you see isnt mold its their tears staining the ground and the walls, and when I was a kid I saw one out of the corner of my eye so I whipped around and caught him, grabbed him so fast he couldnt cry on me and make me sad, and told him I loved him and he melted, he died one last time, and was gone, done, happy again after all this time, so I ran through the house screaming I love you! I love you! Someone loves you, house and ghosts and tears and everything I love you I love you and I gave the house a big hug, I ran around the house hugging as far as my arms would reach, hugging each brick and plank of wood, and my mommy and daddy didnt like me running and hugging and they called doctor but doctor didnt know what to do so he said ill have to bring him with me. And now the house is still crying mister! The ghosts are still crying! Please let me go hug it more? Please? Please?

Out For A Night, a memory from Bedlam

On lonely cold nights I watch the moon rise, and set, all in one night, and sometimes I watch it twice or three times before I go to bed. Its okay I have the time. Nobody bothers me here in my room anyway. I keep it cold to keep out the fire outside. The sounds and the drums and the music is just there to drown out the wails. Not my wails, their wails, about everything I love and hate but oh, how I wish they would come wail in here, how I wish just one of them out side would talk to me speak to me let me in or let me out and would take me somewhere fun and safe and happy where I can see and hear and feel and touch everyone that isnt just right in my window, not screaming at them though tubes and gadgets but seeing them, feeling them touching them loving them, loving each and every one cause everyone should be lived, why wouldnt I love even though theyve hurt me so bad all the time they hurt me and forget me but they dont mean it they dont mean to its not their fault I forget sometimes that they forget sometimes that im in here alone not hiding away but cloistered imprisoned stuck up here in this lonely room with just a bed and a box, a shiny useless metal box to keep me company why do I stay why would I stay if I could go please let me go out with you go see a show go eat a meal go be with you be your friend talk and laugh and just see someone else in my life outside my room, just for a night. Will you go out with me for a night? Will you let me out for a night?