Leaving the past behind or in a state of some upheaval. Tough on the outside, but with a squishy, tasty inside.
Im-possible. At first I thought an impossible woman but then I realised - an impossible person.
A person who finds it not only impossible to breathe but impossible to breathe with me.
All of nature breathes in and out every day, through day and night, through oxygen and nitrogen, through prey and predator, through growth and decay, but she refuses to take a breath and watches me lest I take a breath too.
It's like being caught in cyclone that refuses to move, refuses to turn - a frozen cyclone.
As if one small breath could send it careering across the landscape wreaking destruction.