I Wish I Could Find Words To

After A Lifetime Of Silence, It Is Difficult Then To Speak.

I Had A Love Affair With Books, With Characters And Their Words. Books Kept Me Company. When The Voices Of The Book Faded, As With The Last Long Chord Of A Record, The Back Cover Crinkling Closed, I Could Swear I Heard A Door Click Shut.

There Is, In Fact, An Incredible Freedom In Having Nothing Left To Lose.

That’s The Nice Thing About Dreams, The Way You Wake Up Before You Fall.

My Bones Are Brittle, My Heart Weak And Erratic, My Esophagus And Stomach Riddled With Ulcers, My Reproductive System Shot, My Immune System Useless... I'm Not Going To Have A Happy Ending.