Mice? Fine. Flying Mice? Not

Stupid How The Mind Will Try To Distract Itself.

I Want To Be Healed And Whole And Perfect Again, Like A Misshapen Slab Of Iron That Comes Out Of The Fire Glowing, Glittering, Razor-sharp.

Things Would Get Difficult Again. But That Was Okay Too. The Bravery Was In Moving Forward, No Matter What.

Why Couldn't You Let Me Have It? Why Did You Have To Take It? Why Did You Always Take Everything?

Black Is Too Morbid; Red Will Set Them On Edge; Pink Is Too Juvenile; Orange Is Freakish