I Walked Towards My Fate With My

Sometimes The Best Hiding Place Is The One That's In Plain Sight.

I Was Perfect- Not Healed, But As If There Had Never Been A Wound In The First Place

Non-reality Was Black, And It Didn't Hurt So Much.

I Thought About That For A Minute - About What I Wanted.

Children In The Abstract, Had Never Appealed To Me. They Seemed To Be Loud Creatures, Often Dripping Some Form Of Goo.