The Past Is Made Out Of Facts...i

We're Fumbling In The Dark, But At Least We're In Motion.

One Mistake, One Brief Lapse Of My New Found Judgement-that's All It Took To Unravel Everything. What A Massive Responsibility, Being A Moral Creature.

I Crush Her Against Me. I Want To Be Part Of Her. Not Just Inside Her But All Around Her. I Want Our Rib Cages To Crack Open And Our Hearts To Migrate And Merge. I Want Our Cells To Braid Together Like Living Thread.

What Happened? How Did I Get Here? How Could I Have Known That My Choices Mattered?

How Do I Appear Unthreatening When Her Lover's Blood Is Running Down My Chin?