You Seemed So Desperate, Like

A Woman Who Acts Like A Fool Is A Fool.

My Mother Once Told Me I Was Like Water. Water Can Carve Its Way Even Through Stone. And When Trapped, Water Makes A New Path.

It Was What We Japanese Called The Onion Life, Peeling Away A Layer At A Time And Crying All The While.

He Was Like A Song I'd Heard Once In Fragments But Had Been Singing In My Mind Ever Since.

We All Know That A Winter Scene, Though It May Be Covered Over One Day, With Even The Trees Dressed In Shawls Of Snow, Will Be Unrecognizable The Following Spring. Yet I Never Imagined Such A Thing Could Occur Within Our Very Selves.