Short Shorts

“Will the pain ever go away?” she asked.

Agony . . . intense emotional suffering—for all you had and all you lost.

Boundaries are parameters set while sipping coffee in the office.
But on the street—where you have to think on your feet—everything changes.

—treating you like an object to be taken care of instead of allowing you to become an independent human being.

you keep moving over
moving the lines of your principles, the lines of your dignity, to bask in this fictitious affection

. . . as if to mask its dependency—losing its identity

. . . the freedom to make one right choice within your reach today . . . to choose to exert power over your present life

. . . her vacant gaze looking back at a future which had never gone beyond 24 hours . . .