Diana:

There are only so many days that can go by with disinterest. I tell you that I want inside again. That I want to unlock the door. I still have the red plastic key you gave me. The one that you said unlocked your head, and went straight to your soul. I never used it then, and now the dog chewed it around the edges. Broken just like me.

T. 
¶ 9:08 PM |