....if I didn't feel like burning them all, like so many letters from a boyfriend long gone and disappeared into a traditional marriage and three kids, subsumed in the embarrassment that the American dream can be...
Will is simply not enough to make things happen the way I need or want them to happen. Oh, and I have a will that, when applied, is rarely defeated. But alas - I cannot bend the world to *my* will. It's probably a good thing that I cannot, but there are times when I wish I could, through sheer force of will, make things happen the way that I envision. Then perhaps I could affect the happiness, the overall quality of life, for those that I love.
...for you are a magnet, and I am steel...
What is this soul good for, besides burning and longing, restlessness and sleeplessness and a pathless passion that does not understand God or the universe, much less fulfillment? I don't know what to do with this vision, with this spirit: these fires never stop. I do not ask why I am on earth; I ask - what purpose might I serve?
....I am a woman who's lost in her song...
...you are a woman who's lost in your song....
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