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Tatiana


You saw it in her eyes
In her actions
In the way she spoke 
And in the way she sounded
You saw it in yourself 
How you are 
And how you've been
The crazed look
The incompetant actions
The chosen place 
The nonsensical words 
The flayling limbs 
and unpredictability 
You know what motivates you
So now you must ask yourself
What motivates her?
To break the silence in the 
enlocked position in which 
she stands before not only 
you, but the judgement of 
all the others who in no 
way can know her or know
why; so you just watch 
interact and instigate
more flayling and more
laughter because this 
is what you love and 
this is how you act.

 

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