"I went to a funeral so I could feel something.
Don't know what I'm living for, if I don't feel nothing. And where are you without me now? I see it in my head."
Funeral,
Charlotte Day Wilson
I look to the truth to find out who I am and why I do what I do.
But the truth is hard to explain.
The truth can shift and change.
The truth is my honest thoughts.
I'm stripped from everything I've known.
I say I aspire to live by the truth,
Until it gets in the way.
Until I'm left with my feelings.
The truth isn't easy to find.
The truth is that I'll never really know me.
