The future being created today by persons who aren't my friends. I feel the cold.
 The cold that can't be warmed by the sun. Nothing new in the familiar feeling.  The world I've known.  Ignored forgtten minimized.  Distance could have changed somethings.  Now I'm told I had it all and was too stupid to realize.  Convenient how when reimagining a past the simpleton again writes the details. There's a reason you don't know.
It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96