Multiple closets for different needs. Overkill.
I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.
Which weakness shall I tell her? “I walk funny,” I say, and she’s satisfied with that. (inside joke)
Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?
Observing and understanding are two different things.
We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.