Does it matter

If this is my fault. Why do I have to forgive you?


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Surviving

In a system where people think their lies are clever. They've built their life on trying to destroy.  What surfaces is a presentation of care, concern, and unity. At least that is the only conclusion from the purposely limited information.

The trouble in destroying the representation of their ire, ends their energy source. That is why the manipulations are vital. 

The truth is the greed, selfishness, and envy feed a bottomless pit. That can never be filled. 

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

It was a large piece of furniture. It was noticable from the door. The room had to be fully entered, after negotiating all of the visual stimuli wanting to be explored. The giant desk anchored near the furtherest wall. A shiny red apple placed off center of the massive desk. The Apple didn't seem small compared to the size of the desk. It was bigger than a real apple would be able to grow. The white cone with the word dunce written verticly in gray capital letters added size to the unnatural apple.  The museum exhibit featured a chalk board, chalk, and erasures. The arrogance transported through time encapsulated inside this replica of a time, and a place, now known as the past.

My mind finds the memories, recreates the sensations.  I remember a library as a place for discovery. I realized in everyday I could learn something new, something more. I also found familiar situations that seemed stuck on repeat. Like the woman at church that always sat still. Her face look painted like a doll. I couldn't tell how old she was but she sat with her parents.  I liked to think she was a giant walking doll. The perfect child, the perfect daughter any parent would choose, if having a family was about picking the perfect child.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

the world awaits your confession

Your thoughts are seeping out. Slowly dripping out like a salty tear. The cud of lies you chew for nourishment.  Oh look at the misery, the victim wins again. The winners circle, if you notice isn't complete, the arc. 


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

gloss and smear

You based a lie on a known truth. For what reason I doubt you know. The shift of events and how I ended up here is a blessing. Of course to the cultured eye, like yours, this is lost in the gloss and smear. What does it mean? It doesn't matter. 


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Broken thoughts

Having to sweep up those fragments. Those piles of words, and ideas mixed together can't be spoken coherently. The clutter can be seen and create reactions. A false reality expecting a natural reaction. The reaction graded to eventually present a restricted choice. The lack of surprise by the creators of these stumbling blocks.  The lack of reaction creates a reality of evil.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Learned yet?

My reaction fuels the misguided dictates of persons deluded.  Knowing there is no ability to formulate a question. That fact is due to never having to ask. The highest expectation for any miniscule need. For the hand when extended is accustomed to being able to grab anything desired. It's plain to see from the point I am making why I remain silent.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96