Why Is It Beautiful That Humanity Keeps

It Was Fun, But It's Over Now. This Is How Things Go.

Maybe This Is Why I Sleep Only A Few Hours A Month. I Don't Want To Die Again. This Has Become Clearer And Clearer To Me Recently, A Desire So Sharp And Focused I Can Hardly Believe It's Mine: I Don't Want To Die. I Don't Want To Disappear. I Want To Stay.

I Don't Want To Hear Music, I Don't Want The Sunrise To Be Pink. The World Is A Liar. Its Ugliness Is Overwhelming; The Scraps Of Beauty Make It Worse.

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

Soft Flesh Is Eaten By Hard Teeth.