I'm not the best writer, but I have seen worse than what I write. Which is surprising.

I'm weak! And what's wrong with that?

Our brains are sick but that's ok.

Just lay down and wake up in Slow Town.

I have to deal with what I feel.

Seomtimes quiet is violent.

We're all battling fear.

Ill never be what you see inside.

You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified.

You say that you are close, is close the closest star?

You would do almost anything just to feel free.

Don't question me...