“ You will come away bruised.You will come away bruisedbut this will give you poetry. ”
You can't quell depression by making love. But we tried. But we tried, oh, we did.
~ Yrsa Daley-Ward
The reason for leaving sometimes is to return. Simply to return.
You may have learned from your mother or any other hunted woman. Smiling at devils is a useful learned thing. Swallowing discomfort down in spades. Holding it tight in your belly. Ageing on the inside only. Keeping it forever sexy.
