at least i'm talkng to myself. instead of giving myself the cold shoulder
It isn't whether you do it well or ill, it's that you do it all.
They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.
This is why you shouldn't fall in love, it blinds you. Love is wicked distraction.
Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.
She is no longer I, she is too long ago, she is only she.