Regret, Daisy Knew, Was The Only Confirmation

At That Moment, It Seemed The Whole World Cared What Happened To Him. All Those People Were Hugging Him And Petting His Hair. Everybody Asked If He Was Okay. It Seemed That Moment Would Last Forever. That You Had To Risk Your Life To Get Love. You Had To Get Right To The Edge Of Death To Ever Be Saved.

These Stories Are Ghosts, Bringing People Back From The Dead. Just For A Moment. For A Visit. Every Story Is A Ghost.

Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.

Everything Is A Self-portrait. Everything Is A Diary.

Don’t Ask Me When Be­cause I Don’t Re­mem­ber, But Some­where Along The Way I Keep For­get­ting To Com­mit Sui­cide.