“With all the reasons that he laid out in the open for me to know to keep my distance, I still stood only feet away. I placed my soul close to one that rid itself of all the inconveniences of good. No regret to wear him down, no care to stop him from making the same morbid moves again and again. My soul was full of all that he lacked, and his lacked all the weary weight of mine.
My soul feared what it couldn't find in the places where his should be; and it feared the attraction of it's void.”