I don’t know how we get into these fights. After them I look b | Paraphernalic Thoughts

I don’t know how we get into these fights. After them I look back at the ashes more shocked than hurt, as when a light plane crashes, slanting numb through strange, unearthly lights. Oh, how I wish I could get off that plane Rushing to its rendezvous with tears! Rage is but a mask for my shy fears. Yet I would die before I caused you pain.