By Things So Achingly Small Are Lives

We Are The Total Of Our Longings.

By Things So Achingly Small Are Lives Measured And Marred.

One Didn't Stop To Talk With Creatures From One's Nightmares.

She Had Been A Solitary Child, And Then Solitary As A Woman, Drawn Into An Orbit Of Her Own That Took Her Away From Others, Even Those Who Would Be Her Friends.

Words Were Power, Words Tried To Change You, To Shape Bridges Of Longing That No One Could Ever Really Cross.