It Broke The Spell. It's Not That

I'm Told There's No Going Back. So I'm Choosing Forward.

In A Field, I Am The Absence Of Field. In A Crowd, I Am The Absence Of Crowd. In A Dream, I Am The Absence Of Dream. But I Don't Want To Live As An Absence. I Move To Keep Things Whole. Because Sometimes I Feel Drunk On Positivity. Sometimes I Feel Amazement At The Tangle Of Words And Lives, And I Want To Be A Part Of That Tangle.

Because I Withered Under The Glare Of An Actual Invitation, I Was A Firm Believer In Preventive Prevarication--in Other Words, Lying Early In Order To Free Myself Later On.

I'm Liking That I Can Throw Any Kind Of Sentence At Her Without Worrying It's Too Out There.

One Of The Failures Of Cellular Communication Is That Tiredness Often Comes Across As Sadness.