Oh, I remember that!
Can you not, too?
Over there I once sat!
“No you didn’t” said you.
Is the glimpse a lie?
Not real, but of dreams?
A shadow caught by an eye,
Imprinted where the mind deems?
How can we tell what is real,
When visions are softly expressed?
We have these and what we feel,
How would we know if the truth was repressed?
K. Aldaya, 4/22/03
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9tss1apr31rerjd7o1_400.jpg
There is that feeling that has grown so familiar;
That of frustrating, and stomach-wrenching burden.
The feeling that fleshiness is welling out on my frame,
Making the home,
Feel so strangely unknown.
K. Aldaya, 4/5/03
Picture: Mirror Monster Tell Tale by Cee4Candy at Deviant Art; http://cee4candy.deviantart.com/art/Mirror-Monster-Tell-Tale-200047806
The bird how it sits so softly on branch,
Lost in it’s quiet and solemn trance.
If only I could be as it be.
If only that were me.
The bird how it flies so lightly on air,
Soaring and gliding on the winds so fair.
If only I could be as it be.
If only that bird were me.
The bird how it travels so far and wide,
Like the flow of the earth and turn of the tide.
If only I could be as it be.
If only that little bird were me.
K. Aldaya, 9/23/2003
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://weheartit.com/entry/group/1672157
Alone I am and alone I shall be,
For none can know the inside of me.
Though tales and stories are to be told.
Most of my being, I am to hold.
There are things that deeply burden me,
That others will never see.
Alone I am and alone I shall be,
For my soul is a lock without a key.
K. Aldaya, 4/2002
Picture: Kinga Britt, “Longing”, Photomanipulation, Digital Art, 2012; https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b6/4b/46/b64b4619f37b9d2350573978ebc57c56.jpg
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
