from faith - Monday, October 17, 2005
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This is part 2, to The Dark House.
Eyes open to see. Which ways which? Two different three different maps, for the same life. The maps don't belong to me. Only I'm holding them. There all I've got to show me the way. And it's grey.
Holding. Directions written. Learnt. Memorized. Rubbed out and written over. Double lines, double meanings. Which way so I don't get lost. Spanked. The lost spanked sheep. Which way so I don't get hurt. Remanded by. The hurt remanded child.
By you, from him.
I've read and re-read your expression so many times. Become accustomed to your ways. But you change I don't. And I'm never quite ready for your explosions. The new rules the ones I didn't know. A new map for a new day. Never quite safe never quite sure. I'm sorry I'm so much trouble I pray every night to be good. A good spanked sheep, never quite safe, never quite sure, but good.
Blurred vision. Blurred feelings. Blurred maps. No refunds.