Perfection Is A Promise, And A Reassurance

Like I Am Alice In The Wonderland And Have Gotten Too Big For The Room.

The Story Of Solomon Is The Only Way I Know How To Explain. And Then, In Smaller Letters: Forgive Me.

Everything Ends, People Move On, They Don't Look Back. It's How They Should Be.

This Is Not The Person I Wanted To Become: Hatred Has Carved A Permanent Place Inside Me, A Hollow Where Things Are So Easily Lost.

I Cry For Everything I Abandoned And Because I, Too, Have Been Left Behind -- By Alex, By My Mom, By Time That Has Cut Through Our Worlds And Separated Us.