Soft Flesh Is Eaten By Hard Teeth.

Sometimes It's A Struggle To Live In The Moment.

I Want A New Past,new Memories, A New First Handshake With Love. I Want To Start Over In Every Possible Way.

I've Always Been Interested In Writing From The Perspective Of An Outsider.

A Month Ago There Was Nothing On Earth I Missed, Enjoyed, Or Longed For. I Knew I Could Lose Everything And Not Feel Anything, And I Rested Easy In That Knowledge. But I'm Growing Tired Of Easy Things.

I'm Watching Her Talk. Watching Her Jaw Move And Collecting Her Words One By One As They Spill From Her Lips. I Don't Deserve Them. Her Warm Memories. I'd Like To Paint Them Over The Bare Plaster Walls Of My Soul, But Everything I Paint Seems To Peel.