I'm not sure how I got it so wrong, but I did. Here I find myself again being led by more lies. Following this new lead. The promises hollow. The details fill in like paper scraps in the breeze. Being caught by whatever stops them for the moment. It doesn't seem fair to allow this much creativity to escape into the unknown. The world can decide what to make of the empty chair. The image for me, when I thought it was for me, meant something personal. As inviting as an interrogation for all my energy to be drained. An attempt to trick me. It has since been discovered, those riches can be found anywhere. No longer needed from me. The invite has been revoked. The chair filled by the new muse. I continue on with my same wants. Guarding what has been given to me. Waiting for the rightful owner.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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