She invited Me and so I went. Like a voyeur I read it all not understanding at first what she wanted. Absolution? An acknowledgment of her pain? An exposure that says "See me, here I am, no secrets" (except for Me listening silently) Is this how friendships are formed? Shared bleakness, climbing out of the despair of the past? I go back and read words that slide down the page like tears on her cheeks. She seeks to give Me inspiration.
next?