Face Value

My life can easily and truthfully be taken at face value. Recently, if I've ever been the least bit upset, my mother has asked if there's anything else wrong than whatever triggered me (generally something pertaining to my father). I think she expects that some boy in my life is upsetting me or I am upsetting myself over some boy. That used to be an often-enough occurrence.

But that is not the case. These days, any upset is straightforward and simple. I am peacefully alone, and lonely in my peace. Instead of drama, I speak through my fingers, I breathe smoke and sea salt through my nose, I drink water and wine in one gulp. I live at face value.