I Could Not Make A Move Without

He Pulled Away, But His Eyes Held My Eyes Like Hands.

He Breathed Out The Bitter Air That Makes Women Doubt Everything, And I Breathed It In, As I Had Always Done. I Expelled My Dust, The Powder Of Everything I Had Destroyed With Doubt, And He Pulled It Into His Lungs.

What A Terrible Mistake To Let Go Of Something Wonderful For Something Real.

I Think It's More Interesting If You Go All The Way With The World You Have, And Really Look At It, And Push It To An Even More Extreme Extreme.

Maybe That's Why People Take Pictures Of Themselves, To Avoid Being Described.