The Ruminations Are Mine, Let The World

The Greatest Of Love Letters Are Always Coded For The One And Not The Many.

...she Still Cannot Resist Looking Out The Window Every Couple Of Minutes. The Sound Of A Passing Truck Causes Her To Glance Away. Even If There Is No Sound, The Weight Of A Hundred Seconds Always Turns Her Head.

We All Create Stories To Protect Ourselves.

I Still Get Nightmares. In Fact, I Get Them So Often I Should Be Used To Them By Now. I'm Not. No One Ever Really Gets Used To Nightmares.

One Forgets That One Is One. I Must Try To Remember This.