I Would Like To Tell

"when The Dead Are Done With The Living, The Living Can Go On To Other Things," Franny Said. "what About The Dead?" I Asked. "where Do We Go?"

I Fell In Love With You Again; While You Were Away - Jack Salmon

Once Released From Life, Having Lost It In Such Violence, I Couldn’t Calculate My Steps. I Didn’t Have Time For Contemplation. In Violence It Is The Getting Out That You Concentrate On. When You Begin To Go Over The Edge, Life Receding From You As A Boat Recedes Inevitably From The Shore, You Hold On To Death Tightly, Like A Rope That Will Transport You, And You Swing Out On It, Hoping To Land Away From Where You Are.

Depending On Where I Am In The Process, Sometimes I Have A Page Count And Sometimes I Don't. Sometimes I Have An Hour Count; Sometimes I'm Just Happy To String A Few Words Together. I Do Keep Pretty Rigorous Hours, Because Otherwise You Never Get Anything Done.

I Missed Her Then But It Was An Odd Sort Of Missing Because By Then, I Knew The Meaning Of Forever.