I Didn't Know What I

I Suppose I'll Always Be Over-vulnerable, Slightly Paranoid.

If I Was Going To Fall, I Would Hang On To My Small Comforts, At Least, For As Long As I Possibly Could.

We Walk The Plank With Strangers.

O Heart, Such Disorganization!

I Am Learning Peacefulness, Lying By Myself Quietly, As The Light Lies On These White Walls, This Bed, These Hands. I Am Nobody; I Have Nothing To Do With Explosions.