During the day I talked with a friend musing "What greed, lust, power, and envy look like." I had a dream that night. A dead girl in a remote place. The people that encountered her took the valubles that are near her or that she is wearing. Slowly they remove everything over time she decomposes only bones remain. No one cared about her life or how she died, as if their journey began when they encountered her.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
The storm brought introspection
Navigating the streams of human intention. Feeling safe on a leaky raft of duty. Drenched, but not dissolving. A battle unwon to be fought again and again and again. The blood of my ancestors flows in the streams of my veins, showing me the way. The risk you take to follow me, I am who they care about.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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