I Gave Them All The Truth And

Where Happiness Was Not A Possibility, The Illusion Of It Was Always More Important.

She Takes Another Long Haul, Lets The Smoke Settle In Her Lungs-- She Has Heard Somewhere That Cigarettes Are Good For Grief. One Long Drag And You Forget How To Cry. The Body Too Busy Dealing With The Poison.

The Luxury Of Age Was The Giving Up Of Vanity.

The World Spins. We Stumble On. It Is Enough.

The Person We Know At First, She Thinks, Is Not The One We Know At Last.