notebook: 2/13/90

My dear world

How can I ive and still be left alone?

Can I care about you, and want to be at home with you
-and still have a part of all this be just for me?

I can't figure out where you end and
I begin- and conversely

Where I end and you begin.

And, as you know, I can't leave
you to go figure things out.

And, God knows, you never go too far away
from me-

That is, except when I need you.

So, can we make a deal that I'll enjoy

you in the gentlest manner possible

and cooperate with as many of the dictates of this
reality that you've presented me with

and you'll give me just a bit more elbow room?