When we started, when you started here with me, we had such hopes. Such usesfor logic. Like gulps of air. Like body parts and places to put them. I escaped from you like a reason. Like bone does from a fossil.I ached to become a ghost and when I did I even ghosted the long pauses. Hush hush.I wrote silence down instead of speaking it.I write silence and the silence answers with more silence. I write inhales. I write the pauses and then haunt them too, until they stay quiet and afraid in their corners.Pause, I write. And pause silences pause.

Let's pay attention only to where we are.There's enough beauty in being here and not somewhere else.

I was wounded early,and early I learnedwounds made me

Wax Cotton

I Gave It My Best Shot

The older I get, the more I realised that I put on a good show. A great act. But not everything is possible, as it's not in my nature.

A woman's job is to make the world more beautiful.

It's a Must for Every Submissive