What The Dusk Wonders

all givers have a slight dislike of themselves. this allows them to desire and receive more benefit from pleasing others. ---- the crickets constant chirp is tiny in late summer. it is unsingable, even by a chorus of any other species. the men don't know how the women sing: to be close to give to be full of unwavering love, full of demands, and of sacrifice. this is what the women sing, late in the day, before sunset, before the crickets sing their tiny song. -- we gathered in the quiet part of the woods to gossip about blossom colors and the boys who fancied us the summer before. -- no one told the boys that all the girls ever wanted was to be pretty. -- what the men don't notice is our absolute need for beauty, to want what we want without always knowing what we want, to be pushed by fickle winds of fads and favor, without always having enough confidence to turn away. the challenge is being beautiful in the dark and in the light and never to need validation from anyone.