LOL!!!
seniors and kids see them still.
Petah and I will never grow up, however, I must confess that we were both created some time early in the 20th century, I believe, but I don't remember because it was much too long ago. I do love lost boys. I will do my best to keep them safe and happy.
Stress? I guess
I have no time
for such an endeavor.
I have been blessed
to test such crests or
surges of tension
with a clever
allotment
of weight
upon one end
of a lever
instead of
the other.
I simply stand
and wait.
Oh brother.
It always depends
on the height of the fulcrum
as to how far I'm thrown
when another jumps
on the other side.
And I choose
not to fall close,
but rather, wide,
instead.
This is how a seesaw
story unfolds.
Perhaps I am dead.
Or too young to be old.
All I know is I'm Wendy.
And that's not 'cause it's trendy.
But as for optical illusions,
I'm blind as a bat.
Girls as young as old as me
might have delusions.
Just think of that.
These words makes no sense
but neither do many other words.
What can I tell you?
I have no defense.
Perhaps my vision is blurred.
love,
Wendy.
anyways, I really liked these images..amazing how the mind works...or in my case, doesn't work..lol
