If This Is What You Came For,

I, However, Cannot Force Myself To Use "meat Drugs" To Cheat On My Loneliness.

The Door Could Not Be Heard Slamming; They Had Probably Left It Open, As Is The Custom In Homes Where A Great Misfortune Has Occurred.

Even The Merest Gesture Is Holy If It Is Filled With Faith.

My 'fear' Is My Substance, And Probably The Best Part Of Me.

Going To Pieces. To Go To Pieces So Pointlessly And Unnecessarily.