You Are In My Blood. I Cant

You Must Reach Inside Yourselves Where I Live Like A Story, Not Old, Not Young Laughing At My Own Sorrow, Weeping Pearls At Weddings, Wielding A Torch To Melt Sand Into Something Clear And Bright.

Once Upon A Time . . . What Time Are We Upon And Where Do I Belong?

What Happens To The Rest Of Something When You Smash Its Heart?

I Want To Be Untouchable And Beautiful And Completely Dead Inside.

I Didn't Tell Him That What I Was Most Scared Of, Most Haunted By, Was Something I Didn't Understand And Could Never Run Away From. It Was Myself.