Once One Has Seen God, What Is

My Worst Habit Is My Fear & My Destructive Rationalizing.

From The Night Buddy Willard Kissed Me And Said I Must Go Out With A Lot Of Boys, He Made Me Feel I Was Much More Sexy And Experienced Than He Was And That Everything He Did Like Hugging And Kissing And Petting Was Simply What I Made Him Feel Like Doing Out Of The Blue, He Couldn’t Help It And Didn’t Know How It Came About. Now I Saw He Had Only Been Pretending All This Time To Be So Innocent.

I Feel Occasionally My Skull Will Crack, Fatigue Is Continuous - I Only Go From Less Exhausted To More Exhausted & Back Again.

And I Identify Too Closely With My Reading, With My Writing.

Now I Am Silent, Hate Up To My Neck, Thick, Thick. I Do Not Speak.