Couldn't have said it any better...

What do you say to the friend who offers the perfect soliloquy? 
To the one who hears the whisper so low only the Spirit who connects us could possibly bring it to his ear?
If I could, I would tell him that once I looked for my stars in the sky, but I've chosen now to find them in the sea.  They are wiser stars...they'll wear their years as an adornment.
I would tell him that I chose the sea over the sky, but truly the sea had been before me all the while.  I just couldn't see it for the mist. But as I made the turn I saw the path backlit all the way from the beginning.
It begets wonder.
Guardian.
Worthy.  A word I haven't been able to use before.  There is no revenge.  Only maybe, finally, home.   

Cornelia

I remember asking her once, how she could stand being pregnant for 10 years.
She laughed as if it had never occurred to her that it might be strange. Then she said, with the utmost sincerity, "Well, after a while I didn't really notice."
It's a wonder the things you can get used to.

train wreck

She rides a long line of leavings

Cutting the remains of cords still cleaving

Quick, shallow breathings

Then a shock, a deep heaving

Panic takes her air