The midnight hour. Usually, I'm awake. Reading. Or.............something.
It's happening again. I'm having that insidious, looping bad dream. I am blind. Instead of murky pitch, my vision is scrubbed of color. Tones recede until they become intelligible needles at the edges of my sight lines, twinkling a last gasp of varied hues before falling into blankness.
People let us down. I've let people down. It's a predictable cycle. Most people do their best, but we never know what others may expect from what they give us.
It's best to expect nothing.
Except from myself
Besides being Andra's Mate/Target/Muse, I am also an architect in Charleston, SC. That means I am often asked my opinions about various Charleston buildings, especially works of contemporary architecture.
My first boyfriend ate bugs. Flies, mostly, but also roaches. And live goldfish.
I was thirteen. Disastrous romantic choices started early, but I stood firm on my principles. It was months before I allowed him to kiss me.
Okay. That isn't really true.