You Have To Know What You Stand

I Cry To Let Everything Out

I Look At My Homely Sketch. It Doesn't Need Anything. Even Through The River In My Eyes I Can See That. It Isn't Perfect And That Makes It Just Right.

I Am A Gluttonous, Gorging Failure. A Waste. My Body Isn’t Used To High-sugar Carbs Laced With Witchcraft. It Can Barely Cope With Soup And Crackers.

I Smile And Play Pretend Through The Morning Show In The Kitchen.

I Have Never Heard A More Eloquent Silence.