February 2012
2 posts
he’s standing in the shadow of the doorway and he asks, “you ready?”
tell you the truth, i was far from ready. always far from ready. but i said, “yes,” anyway, eagerly and brightly, because i wanted him to smile at me, i wanted him to love me. he said, “good,” but did neither and instead turns away, letting the darkness mask his face. (never count on ski...
“writing is catharsis.”
– but not love.