forts

a post about fort spaces.
remember building forts out of blankets and pillows when you were kid? banging together a couple two by fours, shoving it between branches, and calling it a tree house?
where did those spaces go?

don't we need them now, with the stress of just living accumulating, more than ever?

i yearn for a space that i can just be in, and have it be my own and fill it with my memories and dreams and crayon drawings scrawled on the walls. why don't we have those spaces anymore?

i guess i'm just hoping for a place to get away from it all, especially the time. i hate dates and schedules and clocks and minutes and hours and day lights saving time and time zones and planned activities. what's the point of it all anyways? the more you watch time and try to hold on to it, the more it slips through your fingers.

when i was younger, time seemed so much longer than it is now.