Home Is Where My Habits

I Was Screaming Into The Canyon At The Moment Of My Death; The Echo I Created Outlasted My Last Breath.

I Keep Living This Day Like The Next Will Never Come.

What Will An Angel Say That The Devil Wants To Know?

I Might Sound Crazy About This But, Years Ago, My Mom Told Me: "we Almost Died When You Were Born. Both Of Us." I Was A Caesarean Baby, And The Doctor Who Delivered Me Later Told Me, "i Opened Your Mother Up, And You Were Right There. It Freaked Me Out Because Everything Was Broken And Out-there." I've Thought About It A Lot - Could This Have Something To Do With The Fact That I'm Only Happy When I'm At Home And Alone? Maybe I Was Just Freaking Out For Two Weeks Before I Was Born, Feeling Really Insecure.

If I Were To Imagine Myself As An Idler Wheel Inside Some Big Mix Of Gears, Then I Would Be Connected To Everything. It's Not Like There's Just Me And Then Nothing.