You look at her......

You talk to her.....

She rests a stick of butter
upon her tounge

it refuses to melt

she dances in the mountians
among the wispy ferns
and sleepy gnomes

yet you see it
as you watch from behind the tree

her loneliness
as she sits in front of the fire

clinging to images in her mind
calling them friends

creating the spiritual persona
she thinks will save her

you reach for her
she shreiks

coming into reality
is just to hard

it means casting aside
the security of being unreal

so you sit there
behind the tree
watching

waiting

for that first tear to fall
so you can catch it
and offer it back

just waiting
for
her
to become real






Tammy

heartfelt

We keep close this envelope of essence, to be felt, kept, always aware of,,yet safe, sound, and hidden......


A most beautiful passage of YOU... NICE...

Really, really beautiful.
Great write.

Very powerful.. very moving.. totally drew me in

Great write~!!!!!!!

Thank you all!