Love's An Illusion. It's A Dream You

She Laughed So Easily When She Was Happy. But Also When She Was Sad.

I Couldn't Imagine Owning Beauty Like My Mothers. I Wouldn't Dare.

I Imagined Kandinsky's Mind, Spread Out All Over The World, And Then Gathered Together. Everyone Having Only A Piece Of The Puzzle. Only In A Show Like This Could You See The Complete Picture, Stack The Pieces Up, Hold Them To The Light, See How It All Fit Together. It Made Me Hopeful, Like Someday My Life Would Make Sense Too, If I Could Just Hold All The Pieces Together At The Same Time.

How Can I Shed Tears For A Man I Should Never Have Allowed To Touch Me In Any Way?

I Wish My Life Could Be Like That, Knotted Up So That Even If Something Broke, The Whole Thing Wouldn't Come Apart.