In My Palm I Can

I Can’t Seem To Make Myself Care About Anything To The Right Or Left Of The Present.

We Have To Remember Everything. If We Don't, By The Time We Grow Up It'll Be Gone Forever.

What's The Point Of Trying To Fix A World We're So Briefly In?

I Crush Her Against Me. I Want To Be Part Of Her. Not Just Inside Her But All Around Her. I Want Our Rib Cages To Crack Open And Our Hearts To Migrate And Merge. I Want Our Cells To Braid Together Like Living Thread.

What Happened? How Did I Get Here? How Could I Have Known That My Choices Mattered?