Fishing for meaning

4/26/12

Fishing for meaning:

Because you can play on the page like fresh snow, Moving your arms and legs back and forth, Indulging in childish gestures. I write with the patience of someone who does not have any- Writing frantically, Trying to make sense, Walking around my thoughts, Sidestepping the ones I do not want to acknowledge. I am overcome by my ideas- Dreaming about another place, That is more in my control. Unlike my nightmares, Which wake me with a jolt at random hours in the night. Perhaps the world will begin to make sense one day- As I begin to listen, To the voices around me, But especially to my own. It is the way I am discovering myself that scares me, A dance with my emotions, Which makes me less fearful of myself. Knowing I will always be there, I trust nothing,

Especially my thoughts.

-Riley Quinn Farmery

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