"I’m weak and fragile; skinny and puny; destructive and longing. I’m fading under the Spring sun, a shadow evaporating from the cat tongue sidewalk. Naive and gullible; I’ve fallen under a spell, under the radar, away from daffodils and tulips. Lost in a brick laden, steel crossed, glass pane world full of eraser bits and masking tape. Pretending the things that lay undetermined are nothing more than fluffy pink monsters lurking beneath panels of crosshatched metal, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting to rip my heart out."
