Sometimes, he whispers his secrets to me.
I tell him back, “I don’t think you abused alcohol; I think alcohol abused you.”
The logical recognition of your own irrationality.
Knowing something cannot change the contradictory feeling.
When subjective empiricism of the senses defies sterile, abstracted, objectivity.
Life occurs in the Void; but, Life does not happen in a vaccum.
And, she knew she is a hedge witch only well after she became one.
Marking the universes in which she found herself, by the subtlest changes in her body.
The curves of her cheeks.
The way the words came amid the colors in which she feels.