the fullest moon

i once had a girlfriend whose menstrual cycle was always aligned with the full moon. She had an exotic, strong countenance and an intelligent opinion about everything. And she was an alcoholic.
I suspect she suffered from that disease called life. It was like she was always overexposed, and her edges were burnt. She loved and loved and loved until it drove her crazy. I doubt that she had any conception of tomorrow. She just wanted to drink us all under the table, and fall asleep in caring arms. I managed to oblige her (I loved her too) for a full 1 and a half years before i felt too spent to hold her at nights, and rolled over and slept facing the wall.
Last time i saw her she had some dramatic story to tell me that reminded me of all the drama she brought into my life: the fighting, the jealousy, the fucking and the naked hate. I was utterly repulsed and actually left a good party. Damnit.
But I wonder about her, about souls that burn too bright. Minds that fly too high.

You Can't Run From Lesilo

you can't. many tried. they died.