You Can't Exist In This

His Hand Is Cool On My Cheek As He Paints A Tear Beneath My Left Eye, Dark Blue And Swollen With Sorrow.

Lately, I Have Been Having Nightmares, Where I'm Cut Into So Many Pieces That There Isn't Enough Of Me To Be Put Back Together.

This Was The Reason There Was Music, He Realized. There Were Some Feelings That Didn't Have Words Big Enough To Describe Them.

I Used To Pretend That I Was Just Passing Through This Family On My Way To My Real One.

You Might Have To Lose Control Before You Could Find Out What You'd Been Missing.