The stars can take you anywhere.

If I could put my hand inside time and turn it back, I’d not have sought a skilful man to poultice my heart. Now I wear your bones around my neck, the ones that would save me from pain of every kind and steal me from reality. From time to time, I’d look down deep into my heart and I’d find you here. I’m sick of having you in sights. I’m too tired to sleep. My head full of things that cannot be destroyed. I am angry now. You are depressing me the way you would a game machine. I am dousing and drugging you out. I’d tout your slave’s teats. I’d tear you. I’d eat you up and finally soak you in formaldehyde until I realize I no longer need you in my life. By default, you are the closest and you resemble me the least yet you are the most vicious. Despite my handicaps, I cut something of a fine figure – a quiet affair with no real feeling. But myself.

P.S. Mom and Dad, I love you. Germaine, I love you too.