The Wounds That Never Heal Can Only

When I Started Writing 'a Million Little Pieces,' I Felt Like It Was The Right Story With The Style I Had Been Looking For, And I Just Kept Going.

My Life Is Routine. I Wake Up Early In The Morning. I Brush My Teeth. I Sit On The Floor Of The Cell I Do Not Go To Breakfast. I Stare At A Gray Cement Wall. I Keep My Legs Crossed My Back Straight My Eyes Forward. I Take Deep Breaths In And Out, In And Out, And I Try Not To Move. I Sit For As Long As I Can I Sit Until Everything Hurts I Sit Until Everything Stops Hurting I Sit Until I Lose Myself In The Gray Wall I Sit Until My Mind Becomes As Blank As The Gray Wall. I Sit And I Stare And I Breathe. I Sit And I Stare. I Breathe.

I'm Pretty Good At Compartmentalizing Things And Not Allowing Things Outside Of Myself To Distract Me Or Bother Me Or Affect Me In Any Way.

When I Go To An Art Gallery And Stand In Front Of A Painting, I Don't Want Someone Telling Me What I Should Be Seeing Or Thinking; I Want To Feel Whatever I Feel, See Whatever I See, And Figure Out What I Figure Out.

I'm Married, I Have A Couple Kids, I've Traveled A Lot, I've Done Book Tours A Lot, I'm Happy To Stay Home And Take My Kids To School And Come To The Office.