bey - i am really, really hoping that this last post is a poem about a memory of something that happened in the past - and not where you are now. if it is something in the past - you describe it very well - and i feel for you. if it is present - i hope it does not come to this. is there anything you can do - someone who can help - that has worked for you before? sending you all the support and good wishes i can muster,
A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense to not himself.
Or just as mad.
So there you are.
Stark raving sane.
- Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead