…but I love you.

I know. That is why you must leave.

But I know you love me too. I know you do.

I do, but I can’t. Not now. Go.

I don’t understand. You’re not talking sense, just let me come in for a moment and talk to you.

No, its not safe.

You can’t just brush me off with one your ridiculous comments.


Please, just for bit.


I have no idea what you are going on about. It doesn’t look so crowded in here.

Don’t sit in that chair.

Why not?

That’s Sorrow’s chair. He likes to sit in it and brood.

He’s not here now.

He might show up at any moment and he’ll be miffed if you’re occupying his favorite spot.

All right. I’ll just make some room on the couch.

No! Don’t touch anything there. Those are Memories. I’ve been sorting them for weeks.


They’re slippery things and I keep finding more lying around.

Uh, maybe I’ll just sit on the floor.

Sure. Whatever.

What are all these books? They have no titles.

Life plans.

There’s so many of them.

Now you know why I don’t go out much.

Any progress.

I have chosen some plans, some big, others small.

Can you let me be a part of those plans.

I’m sorry. They might include the world, but they exclude individuals at this point.

I’m not just anyone.

That is why you have to go. I do not want to fail you. And I’m telling you now that I will fail you.




Don’t lean on that box!

What the…?

Are you OK?

What the fuck was that?

You’re bleeding. Let me help you.

What was in that box?

I shouldn’t have let you come in.

Tell me.

That was my Anger.

I’m sorry.

No, I’m sorry. Sit here for a moment, by the window, while I get you some water.

What a beautiful view.

This is where I sit and scan the horizon for my future, silhouetted against the setting sun.

You are such a drama queen.

Shut up.

Let me come with you.


Let me spend the night. Like I used to. I’ll even stay in the spare room.

No, it’s occupied.

By who?

Not who, what. Frustration sleeps in there under the bed and would keep you awake with its endless moaning.

I can sleep in the hall.

Where my Worries congregate, plotting to suffocate my Dreams. No way.

Next you’re going to tell me the closets are full of skeletons.

No. There were too many. I had to move them to the shed out back.

You know that I want you to stay. I miss you. Terribly.

Then let me stay.

You should be able to see by now, that’s impossible.

I’m trying to ignore it. Can I use your bathroom?

Yeah, its just down the hall, on the left, past the stack of Mistakes.


And careful of all the Hopes hanging out to dry in there.

Is there no joy in your life anymore?

Of course there is. Why do you think the kitchen is such a mess

What’s wrong? You look angry.

I found these.


They’re obviously not yours.

I know.

Someone else has been here?


Did he spend the night?


What do you want me to think right now?

I’m sorry.

You’re sorry?

No, actually, I’m not. I succumb to physical desire on occasion.

A one night stand?


How many?

A few.

Why won’t you let me love you?

Because I’m not ready for you.

But you allow these men to.

They don’t know me like you do.

This is bullshit.

You move me too much. Overwhelm me.

I love you.

That is why you have to go.

Tell me one thing.


Are you happy?

I do not want to glorify my loneliness.

Are you happy?


Can I visit you again?

I won’t be here

Why not?

I am taking myself hostage and going into self imposed exile.

Is there a ransom?

I need to have my way with my life.

What does that mean?

Look around you. Don’t you see all the Questions? They’re everywhere and they are wearing me out.

I can see that.

Until I answer them, I am the question. Unanswered. Demanding attention.


Just go now. Please.

I’m not going to let you go this easy.

I know.

Maybe I should give you a piece of my broken heart to remember me by. You can display it on the table.

Just mind the Half Finished Thoughts on the way out. They like to hang out by the door.

When can I come back?

When I’ve cleared a space for you.

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