Yeah, reflections! The same, but different. Like twins - like blood brothers! And when you need something bad done, like punishment or revenge, you'll just ask me, and I will do it -

A small town has as many eyes as a fly

Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.

Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.

You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That's what happens when you're alive.

Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing.

She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.