We Are Cruel When Someone

Mature People Relate To Each Other Without The Need To Merge.

To Think Of Him In The Middle Of The Day Lifts Me Out Of Ordinary Living.

Worlds Self Made Are So Full Of Monsters And Demons.

There Were Always In Me, Two Women At Least, One Woman Desperate And Bewildered, Who Felt She Was Drowning And Another Who Would Leap Into A Scene, As Upon A Stage, Conceal Her True Emotions Because They Were Weaknesses, Helplessness, Despair, And Present To The World Only A Smile, An Eagerness, Curiosity, Enthusiasm, Interest.

My Trunk, Valises And My Mind Are Overpacked.