difference...

[machinery]

her lips were red with winter
wet frozen, trembled in the wind
the licks wouldn't kill the stagnant
her face showed a mediocre discontent
her smile still hung in the shadows
it was there, but it wasn't
not for me
It stung difference
There I was,
being able to see
but
not able to feel the same.

[parch]

wow

[machinery]

wow what? wow why?

[parch]

"it stung difference.....not able to feel the same"...these last lines were amazing and so simple.
with the perfect word choice...you can do so much...
with the right words, you can say more than with dozens of wrong ones.
you made good choices here.
i still say
wow

you really cut this out of you and served it up to us and truly this is the only way to win an audience... until an audience knows its caretaker it can never be satified.
you have shown us that a writer as well as all artists...must sacrifice himself or herself... to win the applause of the paying multitudes...for this
i give applause


___---parch

[machinery]

Yeah, to me, this is encrypted...I tried describing what I once saw..and how it was so different to me now...and how she left me in the shadows but I still want to be in her arms.......

real emotion and real personal...but still as always..hidden............