I was born with eyes that can never close.

I've always had a theory that some of us are born with nerve endings longer than our bodies

My sister accommodates me, never reproaches me with her doctrine, never tries to change me. She accepts and loves me, despite our differences.

My father told me that some voices are so true they can be used as weapons, can maneuver the weather, change time. He said that a voice that powerful can walk away from the singer if it is shamed. After my father left us, I learned that some voices can deceive you. There is a top layer and there is a bottom, and they don't match.

I was born with eyes that can never close.

If we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt; instead let's praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a song for death, a song for yellow teeth and bad breath

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.