The Feminine Journey Is A Story Unfolding,

Have You Ever Written A Letter You Knew You Could Never Mail But You Needed To Write It Anyway?

I Missed Rosaleen's Snoring The Way You'd Miss The Sound Of The Ocean Waves After You've Gotten Used To Sleeping With Them. I Didn't Realize How It Had Comforted Me. Quiteness Has A Strange, Spongy Hum That Can Nearly Break Your Eardrums.

I'd Forgotten How That Sort Of Craving Felt, How It Rose Suddenly And Loudly From The Pit Of My Stomach Like A Flock Of Startle Birds, Then Floated Back Down In The Slow, Beguiling Way Of Feathers.

This Is What I Know About Myself. She Was All I Wanted. And I Took Her Away.

Nothing Is Fair In This World. You Might As Well Get That Straight Right Now