jennifer allinson

I feel the pain of a man misunderstood, by himself as much as others. A prisoner of his own thoughts and melancholy kept apart from family friends and the world at large.. and yet he sees the world.. and wants to be a part of it. longs for the innocence of childhood, or the freedom of death when he can find peace with God, spread as vapour on the wind, with the land he loved all around him and the perfect sky his coverlet. My uncle.. I never knew lived in such an asylum all his short adult life and as a child I new nothing of him but now I cannot help but wonder what it was like for him and all the others who were locked away for being different and it breaks my heart.