When nonverbal communication is the only way you communicate, there isn't an actual relationship forming. Your innards are safe while your head tells you otherwise. The intentions are to take while the desires are to steal. Squander the millions of moments to glow. You glow instead. Burning bright, your arm is just not long enough to reach the distant. The distance created to pretend.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
Saturday, July 18, 2020
She mumbles
I asked her "Do you remember that day way back when"? She said she didn't remember. In that answer, my own memory was erased. I didn't remember her. I was sitting next to a stranger. I walked away and never looked back. Now here you come saying a name with the expectation I'm supposed to have a sentimental reunion with someone I don't know. I realize this isn't a concept you can easily accept. She mumbles and that is enough for you.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
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