equal

We're all created equal, until we speak.

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

My dreams have all died, because they were nightmares for you.

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

Dichotomous living

Allowing for new discovery, new ideas, new feelings, all the things that were cast off and ignored. To acheive the highest potential of what is possible all things must be considered. That has yet to happen. The old method of thinking set aside too many valuable notions. It is too late to try and make room for them now. A new way of relating to life is possible for a generation that has yet to struggle with what concepts are important, the things that make up their lives. Who will stand in their way? Who will tell them no? Who will attempt to harness and control their perception?
Dichotomous living the flow

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

pot o' gold

Like a pot of gold. Found in a hidden place. Always full. It's value secure. Never needing, never wanting. A value diminshed to it's core. I'm not like them, I'm different you'll see, It's not fair to ask me to prove my worth. Why should I hide my good deeds.

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

a quest to be forgotten

How to undo what has been done.  Walk in my own footsteps, on top of my previous steps.  Stand in the places where the choices weren't mine.  Still my thoughts unknown.  Fairness let's talk about fairness, using  gestures and guises.  Cultivate lies.  Embrace the fire.  Extinguish me with water.  So I can go, forgotten.  Forget the wind, forget the storm, no matter.  No matter a quest to be forgotten.

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

I asked the water.  "Why do you stay?  Nothing is holding you here!   You aren't trapped in your form like I am."  I told the water, "..if I could change as freely as you, I would."  The water asked if I would come back and visit often.  I said "Yes."  The water slapping on rocks sounded like applause.  I told the water.  "You know I fear your murky depths.  I sense your hatred for us that breathe differently.  The world of water is no place for me.  Perhaps I have become calloused by the hate filled land.  The dirt and the residue seems friendly compared to your suffocating silence.  The air seems pure because it doesn't hold on to debris like you do.  In me so many unresolved feelings.  Things in which my opinions have never meant a thing.  The feeling of being worthless.  Worth nothing.  To vanish and be forgotten.  Forgotten and to have meant nothing in this form.  To go back to the elements, the basic building blocks of all. 
It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

The wish taker

Who hears the wishes of the falling star?  A hopeless world is one where people never want, they steal to belong.  A hopeless world where dreams can't come true, because everything is taken or given away.  Magic can't be demystified. 
It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Life events can bring memories.  How can anyone make sense of life by what another person has experienced, those memories don't belong to me.  Life experience is unique.  Parallels though easy to find are far from common, that becomes evident eventually.
It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96