just minishorts.

There are many simple one-liners to that.

Because I'm human.

Because I'm female.

Because I belong to other people too.

Because I belong, more importantly, to myself.

Because I'm someone else's daughter as well.

Because I'm sick of this.

Because I'm tired.

Because you choose to ignore.

Because I have feelings.

Because you hurt them.

Because there are so many things rattling in the closet.

Because they're all begging to be let out.

Sometimes you gather information from open places that gives you revelations of some sort.

You question questions.

You start to think.

A friend, a very good friend, once accused me of growing too many thoughts. He told me that I think so much, even the good things get morphed into bad things.

Time and time again I've considered the factors in this, this, whatever you call it.

How can you tell me one thing and go ahead and plan another and let me find out in open places?