I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new.

Stop. Breathe those useless breaths. Drop this piece of life you’re holding to your lips. Where are you? How long have you been here? Stop now. You have to stop. Squeeze shut your stinging eyes, and take another bite.

I can feel it... the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud.

We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it.

I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?

Not so easy, Mr Lennon. Even if you try.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.