Leaving. The door bristles with the wind’s brush. Anti-hero? You tell me what? I am the way out the door when you verbal whip comes to play. I’m the problem. Why? I love love. I bleed for my fellow Americans. I bleed purple, the mixture of red and blue. We have to merge to diverge.

Tea? He didn’t fuck his patient. Should that not be enough? Tell you my secrets? Was it love? It was music. It was control. All in effort to get away? Where is our last dance? Discard me and travel. Alone at last.

Reader, I cannot tell you why I was too much for him. My problems? I carry them. My secrets? I carry them. The weight bearing down like the Dow Jones. Rain outside? Can I stay longer? I promise I will be quiet. Not! Sunshine bright, rain pouring through. Hand me the damn Umbrella RHI! Everything together. No more isolation. No more secrets. I choose connection. You choose you. I choose me. Perfection does not exist Wink.

Your sun. I want. Your treatment? I emailed you today. Ssh. Another secret to keep. To be a fly on this wall. The library walls bleed secrets.