We All Create Stories To Protect Ourselves.

No One Ever Really Gets Used To Nightmares.

I Want Something Else. I'm Not Even Sure What To Call It Anymore Except I Know It Feels Roomy And It's Drenched In Sunlight And It's Weightless And I Know It's Not Cheap. Probably Not Even Real

I Took My Morning Walk, I Took My Evening Walk, I Ate Something, I Thought About Something, I Wrote, I Napped And Dreamt Something Too, And With All That Something, I Still Have Nothing Because So Much Of Sum’thing Has Always Been And Always Will Be You.

I Could See Her Get All Nervous But She Was Also Excited. Nightmares Have That Quality, Don't They?

We All Create Stories To Protect Ourselves.