Every day you find a different reason for me to not do something.
...not be something.
......not say something.
........not feel something.
...........not wear something.
..............not read something.
.................not paint something.
....................not write something.

So, while you decide on how to dismantle me, I am reeling up my ( Read more... )

I am sorry.
We are related, the two of us.
We are, aren't we?

Flesh and Blood.

Who did you see when you first looked at me?
Your granddaughter? The source of all your calamity?

How did you feel the first time?
The second time?
. . .Are you comforted in all that you do?

So, I'm stupid? I am strange?
I'm naive and quite deranged?

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