walk_away_smiling lostgirl i watch you stand alone with your back turned on me your world fading effortlessly into a temporary memory. i see you scribble  words upon words,    this chalkboard you face is your canvas to paint. as faces from dreams make a peculiar new world you illustrate a story  that someone else told.   i watch you struggle through hours of 'create'  and i laugh when you fall until i notice your pain. you swipe dusty hands  over tear dampened cheeks  and you run your wet fingers   across your art. in one angry motion  you erase the strange story  leaving only a relic, of your heartfelt epic. the words are bruised the pictures now broken and the 'what might have been' becomes dust on the floor.  but when you turn around and you face what's real you become me and we walk away smiling.     100817 what's it to you? who go blather from