know this

know this

and know it well

you may find my wound

you may take up a corrupted blade and probe it

you may make a mockery of passing the blade to many who

each in their turn will poke the festering hole

and laugh even while they are doing it

you may delight in the ease

of my suffering

but you will

never

know me thus

knowingnotknowing

                     is / become

She is

She is writing. 

SHE is writing. 

She IS writing. 

She is WRITING. 

She's writing. 

There is no story that ends this way.

Dear Universe, 

There is no story that ends this way. There is no story that starts this way. There is no story that traverses this landscape. There is no story in which this will ever happen. There is no story in which this happens. This is in no story. This story will not be written. This story will not be told. This story will not be dreamt. This story will not be. This story is not. This story will never be.

There is no story that ends this way. 

Epitaph

I have loved the stars too fondly

to be fearful of the light

(... Or Whatever It Takes)

There are two Mays
And then a Must
And after that a Shall.
How infinite the compromise
That indicates I will! 

~ Emily Dickinson 

Reminder

Sometimes, the only
way past something
is through it.