She kept asking if the
Stories were true. I kept
Asking her if it mattered.
We finally gave up
She was looking for a
Place to stand
& I wanted a place
To fly.
I am erratic. I notice the small things, because I see their importance of how they complete the whole. I like to paint my nails until the paint chips. Then I recall that I actually hate painting my nails. It goes that way quite often for me, but along other topics. I give people the benefit of the doubt. Usually, it works against me but I'm waiting to be surprised. When I was seven I always wanted to be princess Leia in the gold outfit for Halloween. A few years later I realized that would make me a sexual deviant. A lot more deviant than naked cartwheels.