My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think.
She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade