You are the first woman on the first day of creation. You are mother, sister, lover, friend, angel, devil, earth, home.
I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to men has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.
When you talk, i'm off elsewhere. This will never work, it's no use.
When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other.