Truth.

In spaces of delicacy, shapes fall like stained glass from lightening's first strike.

I don't know what I'm doing there, spreading everyone thin over time. But now I know how you feel. I think it's just like me. You treat me like our kind has always treated the others.

It's too bad I can't find you, worse that I can't let you go. I don't want to be those things you think, I think about everyone but you.
A lie is so easy to tell it hurts. How do we first learn to be dishonest?

I was taught by the best, but then again, you probably were too.


We should have been perfect, but I am not becoming.

Release. Can you release me if you have it in you? It's not your responsibility but I'd love to give it to you.

Curly pie, what a magician. I should have known your tricks.


(I use them too.)