01-30-07| 3:21 am
we are youthful, stumbling and nervous. The accumulated years fall off as you remove layers of clothing and of unhappiness. Naked, basic, truthful.
Don't expect from me because I lived a lie that came true and none of it was ever really real, right? I can't remember the past so the present happens sharp enough to hurt, deightfully. No need for a saviour. Ony for you, you and I.
A year taught me how to be old and a new year teaches me how to be young.