If you asked me what is wrong I would tell you nothing. No one is that diligent. Not one person can care too much. It consumes, it defines. No one asks for this, they are chosen. If the snake in the grass, swims through the water, to reside within the walls. There is no way to make it leave; that is the reason of time. When time is far away feelings are more intense, once upon a time. When time is at hand feelings lose importance. When the time comes there is no reckoning. Everything is left in it's place. No easy answers, no complete understanding. Time carries. It is a matter of time.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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