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T~en my consciousness started taking over.
LIke a door that was opening slowly, inch by inch.
I couldn't see, my eyelids were too heavy to open.
I knew that I was back, but I already missed the colors.
To this day I have been trying to buy as many colored pencils
as I can find.
I still haven't found all of the colors.
Patrick Johnson
Absence of Heart
Choosing to believe the best
Hoping for more as in the beginning
Present good times mainly in dreams
You love me
want me
and dream of me.
You do and say ...
Well, you used to anyway.
Was I dreamin?
It was so wonderful,
it wasn't that long ago,
it's ...
I'mand now over
finally aware of your
absence of heart.
Stacy Strohecker
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