The Year I Began To Say Vahz

Consolation Is A Beautiful Word. Everyone Skins His Knee-that Doesnt Make Yours Hurt Anyless.

And I See That Not Touching For So Long Was A Drive To The Beach With The Windows Rolled Up So The Waves Feel That Much Colder.

Wear Your Heart On The Page, And People Will Read To Find Out How You Solved Being Alive.

I Moved Through The Days Like A Severed Head That Finishes A Sentence.

I Wanted To Be A Veterinarian, But Slipped Up When I Hit Organic Chemistry.