I Think....you Still Have No Idea. The

Even In War There Should Be Lines You Didn't Cross.

Then I Dive Into My Tent Before I Do Something Stupid Like Cry.

They're A Little Strange, But I'm Pretty Sure Neither Of Them Is Going To Try To Make Me Uncomfortable By Stripping Naked.

I Do Think You're Mad And I'll Still Go With You.

Let Them Go, I Tell Myself. Say Good-bye And Forget Them. I Do My Best, Thinking Of Them One By One, Releasing Them Like Birds From The Protective Cages Inside Me, Locking The Doors Against Their Return.