Caring Doesn't Sometimes Lead To Misery. It

I Thought You Hung The Moon.

Even Then, It Hurt. The Pain Was Always There, Pulling Me Inside Of Myself, Demanding To Be Felt. It Always Felt Like I Was Waking Up From The Pain When Something In The World Outside Of Me Suddenly Required My Comment Or Attention.

That's Who You Really Like. The People You Can Think Out Loud In Front Of.

Long Week. Long Month. Long Life.

If We Restructure Things To See That The Hero's Journey Is A Degree In Astrophysics Rather Than A Journey To Star In A Reality Show, That's A Better World.