He Pulled Away, But His Eyes Held

I Guess Like Any Writer Or Screenwriter I'm Alone In My Own World So Much Of The Time That I'm Often Trying To Force Myself Out Of My World. Into More Risk. A Less Controlled Kind Of Inspiration. I'm So Keenly Aware Of How Easy It's Getting To Not Leave The House, With Amazon, Especially.

They Wordlessly Excused Each Other For Not Loving Each Other As Much As They Had Planned To. There Were Empty Rooms In The House Where They Had Meant To Put Their Love, And They Worked Together To Fill These Rooms With Midcentury Modern Furniture. ("birthmark").

Nothing Really Mattered, And Nothing Could Be Lost.

Would She Understand That Time Had Stopped While She Was Gone.

She Bludgeoned Me With A Look Of Such Limitless Compassion That I Immediately Began To Cry.