The madness of youth made me unafraid.
There is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can't return from it.
Did you tell freedom hello for me?
Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.
Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.
There was a desperate undercurrent to our marriage--a feeling of being in a dream from which I couldn't seem to awaken. A nagging sense that my life, laid out so neatly like the clothes Deirdre left on my divan, was no longer my own.