“Sometimes I feel there is a hole inside me… An emptiness that, at times, seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. And the moon tonight: there’s a circle around it — a sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole… Of not going to sleep each night wanting, but still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don’t know… Maybe I’ve had my happiness. I don’t want to believe it, but there is no man… Only that moon.”