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| Questions by � chibilunacat In the instance that you turned from me I saw the face of wonder. I wondered when you had decided that you thought you knew what you wanted. Sure enough that you threw away whatever it was you had, and then nearly instantly realized what a mistake you made. Insisting on going back to the beginning you wound up at the end, and I wonder, who can save you now. Who's arms will you run to, who's smile will you find confidence in, who's open hand will you take with you to your hear? Who's name will you be writing in your mind? Have you even considered that you purposely self destruct to avoid what you experience anyway: I have to wonder, what is going on inside your thoughts as the hands of time tick away as the grains of sand fall helplessly into a mound, that can only shift inside it's glass enclosure. I have to wonder why you ever spoke up to begin with, what was it you needed from me, or thought you needed? What was it that drew you here yet pushed you so far away? Why was it you ever pretended to care? Why did you throw away r life when it had only just begun? Why weave an elaborate tapestry and only need a spider web? What is so secure about your insecurity? I have to wonder, what difference does it make to have it if you only wish to throw it away? Then I have to wonder what the real difference is between you and I, at all. Terra Mae 4/25/2002 |