• One.
    Everything is just speeding up.
    Is it supposed to be this hard just growing up?
    I'll tell you a truth, another dirty secret to make a fine soup, since it's just me and you.

    It's always you. I sing to. It's never you, whores of truth in the eyes of brittle brides flying high through the bloody Mary skies.
    How many times, we face low and high tides, oh wait, more low tides it seems have been flowing with the moon. I don't know if that can even be true.

    But listen, that's not the secret I wanted to tell you, but listen, look and lie.

    How many time, does one have to mess up? Have to cry? Before the truth, the suspect for all those murders, dies too? And how many times, how many nights can one stay up and wonder, just when will i die?

    Oh, lie lie lie.

    Oh dear night, dear fate. I don't know why I pray. I don't care who to, it's more to the possibility of magic, yes you. With glitter and gleam, it's you who I pray to, A vast vibrant king-queen ocean of slightly off blues and greens.

    Irises of yours it seems. Holding jellyfish that burst at the sight- of lovesick hounds digging, burying their bones in the ground- for safe keeping.

    How many more times?
    Will one be scared to die?
    And how many more times?
    Will one want to leave this forsaken meaningless life?
    And how many more times?
    Will one stay up all night, thinking how she will die, how soon will one die?
    How agonizing and humiliating it will be.
    Because it will all be one's own fault.

    Falling down that rabbits hole. Where will one go, and when will one stop? What will it take? A swift kick to the gut, another stupid cut. Oh what about the hours. the hours after yet another breakdown. The hours after paranoid agony. And what about the hours after that? And the hours after that?

    See everything is changing, everyone is changing, on the outside at least.
    When one changes so much on the inside, when will it be time to show the monster inside. When will people see change on the outside. And what about those hours yet? Will they have any significance?