quietly creeping
slowly down to the brown earth
her knees firm to the ground.
hands searching through piles of dirt
on soft newly dug holes
searching.
Truth, she was told.
is in the center of the world.
In the core of the
hot, wet, golden blue sky.
always seeking
her imaginative soul fills with pain,
and questions.
what if happiness is a lie?
and we are always looking for something
unavalible
when will she remember the days
years ago;
digging in the dirt.
where she found
peace.
7:11 pm - Monday, Jul. 15, 2002
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