silentsylvia andrea she is the braided-head girl with a freckled face who's reenacting her favorite movie on the coffee table wishing with all her heart that she, too, could venture to the magical other side of the rainbow she sees into a world of color & grace but, she has no ruby slippers to click & transport her there only red handprints left from spilled milk she is a wandering dreamer with wispy hair & clouds in her eyes she's passionate about everything all the while, deep down, she's wondering if all her fuel is helping the fire meanings & consequences flow easily from her mind & still the reason for her own grief is yet to be found she is the young girl who mistakes sex for the magic of making love abuse & being taken advantage of a sign of other's affection & acceptance she cries herself to sleep, ashamed but knowing it will never be possible to wipe away all she's done & be clean saying 'yes' to the boys because of the one man she couldn't say 'no' to she is the risktaker an ever present source of energy she commands her companions to brush the angels off their shoulders & jump in without testing the waters prodding them towards the fire with a pitchfork in hand & a smile on her face she is an inhibited ice queen stopping for no one's cries & caring only for herself she's completely safe that way others do not dare touch her hand of ruthlessness walking into a room, there's a bubble of space around her for many fear penetrating it would render them as cold & utterly heartless as she happily is copyright 2000 000505 ... . . 050221 what's it to you? who go blather from