I Need Eight Hours To Get Maybe

Everyone In The Life Before Was Cranky, I Think, Because They Just Wanted To Know. --after I Was Thrown In The River And Before I Drowned

It Was Just An Idea I Had, That It Could Be Cool To Have A Book Covered In Fake Fur.

Then He Got More Books. He Saved All The Books.

But While Mum And Dad Were Incredibly Caring, It Was Also A Very Chaotic Household Where Everyone Fought About Everything. So I Know What It's Like To Internalize All That Chaos.

At That Moment I Was Sure. That I Belonged In My Skin. That My Organs Were Mine And My Eyes Were Mine And My Ears, Which Could Only Hear The Silence Of This Night And My Faint Breathing, Were Mine, And I Loved Them And What They Could Do.