I Need Some Older, Wiser

I Woke To The Sound Of Rain.

I’d Discovered, After A Lot Of Extreme Apprehension About What Spoons To Use, That If You Do Something Incorrect At Table With A Certain Arrogance, As If You Knew Perfectly Well You Were Doing It Properly, You Can Get Away With It And Nobody Will Think You Are Bad-mannered Or Poorly Brought Up. They Will Think You Are Original And Very Witty.

No, I Won't Try To Escape Myself By Losing Myself In Artificial Chatter 'did You Have A Nice Vacation?' 'oh, Yes, And You?' I'll Stay Here And Try To Pin That Loneliness Down.

I Took A Deep Breath And Listened To The Old Bray Of My Heart. I Am. I Am. I Am.

Why Can’t I Try On Different Lives, Like Dresses, To See Which Fits Best And Is More Becoming?