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By karinflor Date: 2008 May 13 Comment on this Work [[2008.05.13.13.40.4963]] |
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I now make sure to announce to those approaching, the condition and state of what they they think they see and confess to like. See, they are quick to reveal their interest in claiming me as theirs; and so I proceed to state my own, personal disclaimer..."you dont know what youre getting yourself into... further details upon request", I wish you had stated yours. What they see is a landscape with, sure, some still new grasses I call hope, but it wont be long until they see whats left of the trees, welcoming oaks they were, now, dried with prickly branches, as if trying to prevent prying prospects from entering my estate. I dont think Im familiar with that time and season when everything was lush and fresh here, because now, I have sort of become like you, like all the parts I found and learned to hate about you, the ones that cut some seriously hurtful wounds that Im not sure have healed.... How did that ever happen?....let myself become like you, I must have some responsability, I know. I should have denied access when you first requested entrance, I should have been more stern. All the same, I´m afraid its too late...Although, I have to say, your arrival provoked some seriously hypnotizing skies some nights, confusing weather, and yet, the good days were enough to see the bad ones through. All in all, I dont want to say I would do it all over again, because look at me now, its like seeing a reflection of you. |