foreword

To the world.

I look forward to 

painting you all my story--

I am no Picasso,

nor is my writing like Kafka's

but the words here

they do hold validity;

they are my last attempt

at reality

and if you want to be a psychologist,

take my tattered mind and analyze it and

tell me, redundantly, how I seek closure.

No, I seek none whatsoever

not from past experiences, mysteries,

people who have done me wrong--

I don't need it; long I have been jaded

to such ideas.

What I seek is the realization

of just who 'Paula' is,

the officialism of my condition,

the preserved talk of my emotions

from ink to paper

No, I do not stifle my troubles, nor do I seek closure

this is just the beginning

//

 

Author's Note

NOCTURNE NO.20 IN C-SHARP MINOR