with. having. seeing. feeling. no definable sharp edges.

undoubtedly or
without a reasonable doubt,
there were
3 three big beers pulsing through her urethra-

the warm humanly processed fluid of an early evening passed in pensive poise.

It was always a good feeling to her, to finish a book. To read was to enter a different world, to explore the inescapable, inexorable labyrinth of a strangers thoughts. Volumes were like unhinged screen doors into others intelligence and brought with them, to her, the hope and faith that others existed, even in the most fleeting of moments, with such unfailing passion and grace as she hoped that she possessed.

Whatever the days ahead had courageously in mind for her, she tried to pay no thought. After all was said and done, she was, as she always had been. The things that force people to act in certain meticulous ways were breakable, but only in the grievous and most certain of circumstances. This she understood only through thin chilled beers and cheap music. One was not supposed to be who they were not. One was supposed to act according to their convictions and only alter that set when those convictions become detrimental to the self.

Strangely, in her solitude, her unwilling coldness to let people enter her true being was melting away. Be it the imminent arrival of a man she felt deeply connected to, or her own post adolescent recognition or actualization of the self as the self- she felt secure, confident and proud to walk in the direction that she felt beckoned to her.