... We Had Once Called Out Hello

Nothing Really Mattered, And Nothing Could Be Lost.

I Went To The Bedroom And Lay On The Floor, So As Not To Mess Up The Covers.

He Breathed Out The Bitter Air That Makes Women Doubt Everything, And I Breathed It In, As I Had Always Done. I Expelled My Dust, The Powder Of Everything I Had Destroyed With Doubt, And He Pulled It Into His Lungs.

Somewhat Predictably, I'm Much More Comfortable In Front Of An Audience - And A Big Audience Is Even Better - Than Faced With One Stranger. This Always Seems Like A Bit Of A Failing On My Part, As A Human. I Think That's Also Why I Put Myself Situations Where I'm Forced To Engage In Other Ways.

Things Usually Make Sense In Time, And Even Bad Decisions Have Their Own Kind Of Correctness.