Perhaps She Drives Men Away. Perhaps, Without

No Matter What Terror The Earth Could Produce - Winds, Seas - A Person Could Produce The Same, Lived With The Same, Lived With All That Mixed-up Nature Swirling Inside, Every Bit. There Was Nothing As Complex In The World - No Flower Or Stone - As A Single Hello From A Human Being.

If You're Suicidal, And You Don't Actually Kill Yourself, You Become Known As 'wry.

I Tried Not To Think About My Life. I Did Not Have Any Good Solid Plans For It Long-term - No Bad Plans Either, No Plans At All - And The Lostness Of That, Compared With The Clear Ambitions Of My Friends (marriage, Children, Law School), Sometimes Shamed Me. Other Times In My Mind I Defended Such A Condition As Morally And Intellectually Superior - My Life Was Open And Ready And Free - But That Did Not Make It Less Lonely.

I've Accrued A Kind Of Patience, I Believe, Loosely Like Change.

This Was My Modest Dream Come True: Unambitious Flight. The Kind That Never Even Got High Enough For A View.