One day, when it doesn’t matter, I will tell you everything.

But for now…

One day, when I get good, I will make a character of her. But I will have to be good, for I will be dealing in words, and words are powerful. It will be a balancing act, a battle in the reader’s mind of her beauty and the words she says about herself.

Why do I always end up in the same place?
Maybe ‘place’ isn’t the right word, maybe ‘feeling’ is better.
Why do I always end up feeling the same feeling? Maybe I just haven’t learned how do deal with it. I think I have though. I know how not to get there, but I always seem to be there. Started to switch back to ‘place’ there again…
But now I am way tired. I will go to bed and who knows that tomorrow will bring.

I think I will pack my bag and run away.