Erin N Hand
If I am lost in life right now then please never find me.
Poet, artist, writer, daughter, friend, dreamer, cat-mom, and with any luck, soon-to-be bird-mom!
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Victoria’s Café and Tea House
“That’s it? All I have to do is read this book?” “Yes, read the notebook from beginning to end, and the money is yours.” The man who sat across from me wasn’t very impressive to look at; if he had committed any crimes, he probably would get away with it. The more I looked, the odder it became, remarkable in its unremarkableness. His nose was -Well, it wasn’t flat, but it also wasn’t pointed. I couldn’t really describe it. Later on, I couldn’t recall any of his features. Almost like he wasn’t real. Then again, perhaps he wasn’t.
Don’t speak, listen Don’t act, think Don’t talk, walk Don’t tell, show Don’t stand out, blend Don’t be happy, succeed
There is something quite dear to me That I cannot seem to find Person, place, thing, or thought Or something deep inside
What am I if not dishonest? Which you will use to call me a liar. Though that, in fact, would make me honest. What am I if not incompetent?
The pale blue of the frozen river The bright white of the snow And the harsh, cold shine of the sun’s glare That refuses to give warmth
The turquoise of the ocean’s currents The gold of the shifting sands And the harsh, warm white of the sun’s glare That calls bright lights out of rain
Down, down the stone wall Wonder what’s beneath it all How far does the wall extend Twenty, thirty feet and then Down, down the stone wall
Silently I sit and wait, In stillness, quiet darkness state; With bated breath to hear my fate, And learn the path I am to take…