warmth

I woke from a dream,
into a dream.
I said " I'm cold. "
You said " Turn and face me. "
You put your arms around me.
I felt your warmth.
You saw forever.
You answered her out of concern.
I vanished, like the temple of the goddess.


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

good god I've been niched

Finding a niche, where it is I belong. Like things left behind, stuff that wouldn't fit. Hidden from sight, not for protection, not out of shame, but useless like a candy wrapper blown by the breeze. Fade and break down like it was designed to do. It would be worth something if it had been protected especially a wrapper without a bar code.

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

yesterday, today...

...faster seems slower after awhile. nice to find you that way, yesterday I mean. Thanks and more as usual. Wondering how different the day will be when, yeah when...funny you know what I'm saying. Closer is peculiar new territory.


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

My Amaryllis are blooming...

in the heat of July. It has been extremely humid here. I looked up the blooming season of Amaryllis and found a story about Amaryllis. A girl stabs herself in the heart and creates a flower because a boy tells her he will fall in love with her if she creates a flower. This is a terrific story, it demonstrates the essence of one sided love. It is also a lesson for girls to not fall in love with boys that don't love them. It ultimately destroys her, and makes her untouchable, which is every mans fantasy. The untouchable girl that no one can have but him. This story goes one step further and makes her untouchable even to him releasing him from all responsibility to forever live as a little boy.

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

There is me.
There is you.
There is what I want.
There is what you imagine I want.
There is you dealing with me, imagining you know what I want.
There is me having to deal with you based on what you imagine I want.
There is my life I live without having to play your game.
There is my life not lived having to play your game.
There is you the winner, because you can't hear me.
You can't hear me because the stars haven't aligned? Fate, no no. It's yourself you can't see, but it's the why that needs asking.

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