The weird part is how you come to me in a dream. You are different and seem genuine honest and fair.  Is this your agony?  You aren't able to fully be yourself because of social confines.  The look on your face was like a mask ripped off by the unsuspecting hand of reality.   I just imagine these things from nothing?  If it was meant to be obvious it would but it isn't.  I have no power to change those type of perceptions.  This isn't uncommon, no. This is typical for my life.


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