V.I.

Words are merely a tapestry woven together to depict the inside of one's mind to another's. I am grateful that mine were adequate enough to give you a glimpse of what my inner eye so clearly sees.

(It should be noted that I do not think women alone to be dangerous, but rather I believe the capacity of humanity to allow for the danger, be it man or woman.)

There is a distinct kinship in the loss of self, but I do not view my soul as broken. It is merely as if part has taken flight, whisking into the breezes of the meadow, following into the mists where it can not be followed. Those wanderings, as you have inquired, have led away from myself. Life flows on around me, yet my mind seeks and longs, it begs to be set free.

Your tragic flaw has always allowed you be see the darkness despite the light? Or to tend toward obsession?

Kindly,
S.D.

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Perfect Lottie vibes courtsey of MJ <3