Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i knew not to throw away that sock now they are re-united=all tidy like
the gypsy inside me sees things in a tea leaf, past present and future
change is so subtle sometimes im not even sure if it is me that is changing
or am i assimilated into the many,,,detached and exhausted..................................... trying to remember
when she had a real conversation........................... sometimes it is best to just wait and observe
the questions i have that no one wants to answer
'mind your own business dont make trouble' he said

so much mystery
still

The pink pillows invited me to soften
The perspective of long ago
Today : they have to show
me what to do
Dreams take me to a place before
We met

that day she looked with little girl eyes at her mother she was tiny and entirely too thin
she was my oldest living relation to geometric and linear manipulation with her charms
now shriveling into a pattern of anger or laughter

the woman she thought she would grow up to be
drove by today
it just was not in the cards
she looked at the sky and no tears would come
dried up like christmas salami
shaking and staying out of any and most contraversy
so it is in the small town of reston virginia
on the 13 th floor childhood has regained her composure
it hurts
slept all day
now@ do not really exist anyway
children usually seem content
the art that came out
was unreal like a crack of red orange light the sun
the woman that i grew to be was strong an able like a tree
warrior indidigo 1st wave
dont make us live in caves