Blue skies take you to the land of the Pharaohs. She didn’t know. How many? I ask again. What am I looking at, she asked. A man, number threes, a passport, obsession, dependency, I need you to pattern. Who do you need? Who is that you need?  To need somebody. We all need somebody. To take care. Triangle, is that the pattern it creates? I’m in love with you. I have never been so much in love. What’s the molecule structure of that emotion? It must have one, because we are in the end patterns entwined.

Wanna hear something funny? I paint porcelain as a hobby. After being finished I trash the items and throw them to the garbage and start all over again.