The Only Time I See The Truth

I Knew Each Person's Delusion, The Places Their Records Had Scratched, Where The Sounds Repeated.

Now That I Knew Fear, I Also Knew It Was Not Permanent. As Powerful As It Was, Its Grip On Me Would Loosen. It Would Pass.

By Writing I Can Live In Ways That I Could Not Survive.

The World Tips Away When We Look Into Our Children's Faces.

All Of Our Actions Have In Their Doing The Seed Of Their Undoing. ... That In Her Creation Of Her Children There Should Be The Unspeakable Promise Of Their Death, For By Their Birth She Had Created Mortal Beings.