“What do we any of us have but our illusions? And what do we ask of others but that we be allowed to keep them?” ― W. Somerset Maugham
New York City — Spring 2003
To see you suffer the way you do, this is the one thing that often saddens me, for you are not deserving of such pain and sorrow, such torment and chaos. But the world is full of chaos mostly brought on by those who choose to clutch it like a security blanket.
Chaos is something normal for most and they feel compelled to share it. It’s the one thing they are usually more than willing to share.
I would build you a glorious palace with ornamental roads and wondrous sculptures if I could but I only have these two clumsy hands to work with. They are the best I have to offer you but these hands would work wonders if given a chance. The trouble is, I don’t really know if I should have that chance.
Sometimes you have to do the best with what you have to work with and these hands may accidentally destroy the very thing they are trying to make so beautiful for you.