Maybe if I had written more about how things really were. Or listened to the pain I had written of here, this would not have happened. Things would still be bright and clean. If lie upon lie didn’t stack up until they toppled maybe we’d have found ways to crawl out of this and be whole again. Maybe if I hadn’t thought that i was in control. Maybe if I had known sooner. Maybe a lot of things.
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 