So, She Tells Me, The Words Dribbling

Life Is For The Living. Don't Let The Fear Of Striking Out Let You From Keep You From Playing The Game.

I Want To Be In Fifth Grade Again. Now, That Is A Deep Dark Secret, Almost As Big As The Other One. Fifth Grade Was Easy -- Old Enough To Play Outside Without Mom, Too Young To Go Off The Block. The Perfect Leash Length.

Eating Was Hard. Breathing Was Hard. Living Was Hardest.

Melancholy Held Me Hostage, And The Bees Built A Hive Of Sadness In My Soul.

Do I Want To Die From The Inside Out Or The Outside In?