I know better than those who criticise me, so when the world pains me, I remind myself that it's not my fault. Words do hurt, and I do matter. Doesn't everybody matter? The only way I know how to cope with this world is through the stories and music and indulgences with my best friends. Up in our treehouse in the forest that surrounds our city, that is the place where I can truly be free. It is here, that I can feel safe. In the forest, momentarily, I can forget the rest of the world- I am saved. * * * For Eaka