Nothing Really Mattered, And Nothing Could Be

Did You Ever Really Love Her? Not Really No. But Me? Yes. Even Though I Have No Pizzazz?

It Would Require Constant Vigilance To Not Replace Each Person With My Own Fictional Version Of Them.

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 Suppose The Daily Disciplines Are Just A Reflection Of The Qualities Of My Inner World - A Mixture Of Paralysis And Terror And A Lighter, Freer, Kind Of Rebellious Woman. So Those Are Just Constantly Pushing Against Each Other, And That's Played Out In Every Area Of My Life.