This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
bear the blame, for there are those who never spoke my name unless to ask for something; getting by on skin and lies is fine at first, and then one needs much more than most, better than good; the cry of open faucets, splintered wood and blurry eyes, blank walls repeating, when? Before you said, I want to be like water, and take the shape of whatever I’m in, I thought you knew me; what is this desire if not a stone, a vacant room within? I have to go, you whispered, call me later— A world begun in ice should end in fire.