My mind finds the memories, recreates the sensations. I remember a library as a place for discovery. I realized in everyday I could learn something new, something more. I also found familiar situations that seemed stuck on repeat. Like the woman at church that always sat still. Her face look painted like a doll. I couldn't tell how old she was but she sat with her parents. I liked to think she was a giant walking doll. The perfect child, the perfect daughter any parent would choose, if having a family was about picking the perfect child.
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