Tuesday, May 15, 2012

in the middle of all this
one good thing.
already being mixed in as story
cuz u see
i can barely appreciate this good woman from the midwest
but i did
genuinely
if only in  little bits

the bit of me that remains amongst the rips of dystonia
nothing exists really for me being locked like i am .in all this
so this painting i give to her
for she truly listened.
to this story which others only percieved as a mind gone haywire.
and she saw
something
in the trees

cuz its about this
seeing
and believeing
nothing more than that
and thats
all i have ..so when i can think that small bit of good
be it about my mom dad .other mom stuff like this
it means more than money ever could
and it saves me


 I had to  look all to badly  at people to find fault with those who found so much fault in me this style of thought was set into motion when i was young.and bullied
but also

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