i held your hand all night

|   part of my mother's embroidered pillowcase, leaves, polaroid, ink, oil paint and water (12" x 12")

it's impossible to know
if i've been holding your hand all night.
i've been asleep.
do we ever watch each other sleep
or is that only something noble in idea
and pure cliche when acted.
i love you. i always have.
and if i were brave enough
i'd drop my entire life for yours.
but i'm not your fool, i'm only mine.
my very own fool.



"People said: 'Oh, be yourself at all costs.' But I had found
 that it was not so easy to know just what one's self was.
 It was far easier to want what other people seemed to want
 and then imagine that the choice was one's own."

- A Life of One's Own
  by Joanna Field