I Want To Ask Him

We're All Damaged Somehow."-a Great And Terrible Beauty

I Refuse To Let The Past Find Me Here.

Time Has No Meaning. I Feel As If I Have Been Left In The Desert To Die And Am Eagerly Awaiting The Vultures To Begin Their Work And End My Misery.

They Swoon Over Tom, Who Preens For Them, Bowing, Which Sets Them To Blushing And Giggling. God Help Us All.

I Know Because I Read...your Mind Is Not A Cage. It's A Garden. And It Requires Cultivating.