Friday, 31 May 2013

I'm tired, and hungry

She said, as she leaned forward onto the counter.

Glazed eyes, she looked at nothing.

She asked a question.

It didn't make sense.

But did she care?

Probably not.

She is the product of creation,

Holder of knowledge,

She understands that a question isn't a question if nobody is listening.

She throws caution to the wind.

She inspires art,

She knows beauty.

Even if she doesn't think the image of herself is beautiful.

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