Unknowable
I am depth,
I am intelligence,
I am eccentricity.
I am the artist,
the writer,
the creative who can find meaning in anything and cannot live without self-expression.
I am the one who can fathom none other than facts,
who can take joy in none other than the improbable, the impossible.
I am an old soul, I am a free spirit,
I am everything in between.
I am the quiet one who revels in silence and solitude, yet the one who cries because I am alone.
I am the bubbly one who practically takes flight when I am happy, yet the one who rarely takes true joy in anything.
I am quiet, intellectual, stoic,
yet every emotion is painful as being stabbed with a knife.
I care for people,
yet their predicaments mean nothing to me.
I fear I won’t measure up,
yet I am probably one of the smartest people in the room.
I am everything, and nothing.
I am a paradox.
I am unknowable.
why´d she ask
She asked me for a map to death row but I didn´t know the way
So she followed me through the woods
Until she realized I was just leading her astray
She told me death was her friend
But she couldn´t realize she was death´s prey
So she turned her back to me
And I stood as I watched her runaway
She asked me for a map to death row but I didn´t know what to say
So she took a separate route
Until the sun set down on yesterday
She told me not to worry
But her one rule I couldn´t obey
So she used the map to death row
And she never realized that I had wanted her to stay
Tammy Paine
There is an urban legend, about a young girl named Tammy who always wore a white button down shirt with a black and white polka dot skirt and her favorite pair of white sneakers. She died while looking for her father, since her mother had told her that he was on death row and a confused tammy believed it to be an actual place of some sort. So, one night she set out to look for him and unfortunatly fell into a deep ditch near a river, broke her left leg and starved to death. It's said that she appears almost as if out of thin air and tugs on one of your clothing items in order to get your attention before saying "Excuse me, do you know where death row is?"
If you don't answer her she will continue to pester you following you down the river bank and all the way home. If you do answer her with a random direction she will scream as loud as she can that she had already been that way and most have been known to get severe hearing damage afterwards. The correct response is too ask her "why would you need to know?" she will then start to tell you about her parents situation and when shes done bend down and ask her "well why don't you go ask your mom?" and if all goes well she should respond with "thats a great idea i'll go ask her" and run off.
It's only an urban legend so theres no reason to be scared because she doesn't exist. She doesn't exist so why am i feeling hard tugs on my jacket. I stop walking and slowly take out my head phones, only for my ears to be filled with a question that i sent shivers down my spine. "Excuse me, but do you know how to get to death row?" I slowly turn and look down at the little girl, she looked tired and sad. Tired of running, tired of asking, and like she just wanted to go home. i didn't want to lie but i also don't want to die like this which put me inbetween a rock and a hard place.
She asked me for a map to death row but I didnt know the way...
wolf
you cried wolf, the tears that soaked youre fur, blood dripped from youre fangs. you said what have i done? you loved that lamb, with every sinful bone, there you wept alone, you said jesus christ forgive me of my sin. my heart, so contrite, sanctify this withered heart of mine. stay with me untill my life is through. and on that day, take me home with you. i can smell the death on the sheets, covering me, i can’t belive this is the end. but this was my deathbed, i died here alone, when i closed my eyes tonight, you carried me home.