I am a packrat for memories,
both good and bad. Yet it seems
that the bad prevails in the
majority ... yet it seems ...
... tattered dreams ...
... scattered voices ...
Untamed are the whims that
whisper forth unrealistic desires
of some un-named love that
shall never exist in this real of
life ... forever lost in shadow.
I am a packrat for memories,
sifting through the sands of
tears that shatter like mirrored
panes of glass. Bloodied grip,
bloodied fingertips ... skewed
is this view.
You ought to see MY apartment...stuff all OVER the where! NO KIDDING! LOL I am a packrat DELUXE! Wonderful write, Laura; enjoyed! (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
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peace and best wishes for Lady Laura in 2004
Best regards,
Leland