Meet Patricia

one day, patricia woke up to find her house unbearably warm. she had no idea what happened or what was going on. you see, patricia is a penguin and her house was now... melting! she herself didn't know what to do. with sweat dripping from her oily flippers she slipped and slid her way her way out of the now collapsing front door. what?!! what's this?!! it's... it's green? a confused patricia thought to herself. soon after escaping her home, just barely passing the front door as it collapsed, she realized her home was indeed (according to her own thoughts) no longer in the same place in which it was, just the evening past. i guess that's what you get with one to many sherries and sardines she pondered. somehow, someway her cozy home had managed to lodge itself directly between two immensely large 'trees' bearing fuzzy round ball-like objects. well of course, she had no idea what to call these giants now surrounding her home, but she supposed 'tree' would reach a proper effect, not even knowing where the words themselves came from she realized these 'trees' were maliciously throwing their round balls down in the direction of her house. well now! hey there!! she exclaimed. as one plunged straight through her melting roof. the collapse of her roof sent her shuddering to the ground into a pile of hot, gritty, yellow stuff. shouting and waving her flippers in protest, she soon realized her futility as the brown, fuzzy bombs continued to fall on her house... ruining it to a pile of quickly melting ice and snow. what sort of inhospitable place is this?! she frowned to herself. twisting around she brought herself up and resigned herself to begin the exploration of this... place... she had been so rudely thrown into.

TAY~! Where's my TAY!!

in verse - by stephen murphy

he's a riot

the book slowly fills

so sometimes i just write crap, but in color

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once more ruin has befallen that which i hold dear, it would do well for me not to think much of it. this could be the last moments in this silent hour. why did i lay waste to that which i found so beautiful? i fell through my own devices, collapsed upon my own foundation. there is so much that i have ignored for so long. this beautiful landscape holds no light for me, there is to much now i know for doubt not to have taken hold and gripped its icy fingers into the slight passages of my heart. for now i will ever be wary and truth will always escape me. 

the loss is continuing through trust and doubt combined as one, but paralyzing half the emotion. like a stroke victim unable to move my right side. the words spoken seem honest enough but oh how sadly we can be deterred and tricked by own own imaginations.

like an epic sand castle on the beach. topped with the beauty of the ocean and in ignorance of the crashing waves pounding into the shore, the moment you leave it to admire... swamping come the current and the waves, the madness  and chaos of the forces of nature consuming the work and demolishing the beauty to leave ruin.

the only way is forward, you can't go backward on a forward only track leaving behind that which you saw as beauty to forage anew something else. dive deeper than before, find a more truthful landscape to build upon. the step after is always the hardest to take. 

going down so deep, proves that darkness is consuming and release becomes harder. 

color so bright and vivid will fade, longing so hard and true will disappear, beauty so fair and fine will grow out and wither and the wind and empty echos will always be waiting just below the fall of expectation.

a favorite quote:

"Expectation leads to disappointment. if you don't expect something big huge and exciting... " - the books.