But I can no more control my thoughts than control a herd of wild sheep (well actually that maybe is still possible)
Why am I so constantly besieged by these questions that take the form of my nightmares,my shattered dreams,my tears..I try not to but I still ask myself what must it be like to feel like a commodity? What must it do to you to know that you're nothing more than a mistress? How much is the pain to realise that you can even rise to the ranks of a glorified mistress..Oh yes higher in rank certainly but yet lower than ever..
I do not fear these questions as such,I fear knowing that the answers come to me almost instantly.Why does my heart break when I realise that the stark truth of these emotions is more familiar to me than it really should be..when exactly did my beautiful,full of dreams,promising life take this crossroad
And so the tears flow on,until one day even they will dry up,but the questions will remain.
Cast in stone as will be I
