Everybody Told Me To Be A Man.

Revision Means Throwing Out The Boring Crap And Making What’s Left Sound Natural.

I Decapitated Dandelions All Morning, Leaving Carnage And Death Strewn Into My Path.

And Then A New Screen, One I Had Never Seen Before, Never Even Heard Of Popped Up. It Gave Me A Choice. I Could Become The New Lord Of Darkness Myself, Or I Could Take A Gamble And Be Reincarnated. I Chose Wisely.

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

There Is No Magic Cure, No Making It All Go Away Forever. There Are Only Small Steps Upward; An Easier Day, An Unexpected Laugh, A Mirror That Doesn't Matter Anymore.