The Lavender Envelope: Approaching Tomorrow by Way of Yesterday

The problem was the things I stored down deep started to fester and multiply. They rose up; I pushed them down. They were too deadly to expose, too dirty to air out. If I let even one escape into the light of day, they would all come tumbling out of their carefully sealed envelope and make a mess of this life, no - call it existence, I was trying to hold together. True life belonged to those who didnt hold envelopes stuffed with the terror and horror of a scared sixteen-year-old, turned ang...