thoughts for those I love, who may still be my readers
if dreams are sweeter than this rubber talon against the groin that life is - why is it some days they hover on the edge of nightmares, leaving your body cold and afraid to drift back to sleep again, just like losing - and why are some nights warm with the satisfaction that has not come for years, and revelations that seem true on waking, "he would do that!" but in houses with floorplans that are not normal and secrets that never end...