in a woman's womb. another chance. to make the world better.

He did seem like a nice boy. Seeming and being are two different things.

And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?

One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.

Have you ever once in your life reached out to touch infinity?

Yeah, I know getting high isn't so smart. Ask me if I care.

I want to open myself, let him inside. But how do I give what has already been taken?