Dear stranger coming out of the court house annex, I realize I look horrible at the moment, two black eyes, a broken nose, but thanks for trying to pick me up anyway. Thank you also for the compliment about being pretty, but I am not fooled, this is not a pretty face.
Dear stranger #2 this morning who stopped his bike ride to chat with me for no apparant reason, thank you also for seeing something that I cannot see. A beautiful woman walking down the street, you say.
I am confused. There is no beauty, only reckless abandon. A soul crushed by love.