Your Problem Is That You Have Been

From That Point Of View, I Realized That My Hole Was Not Miles Deep After All. My Father, In Fact, Could Stand On The Bottom And It Only Reached Up To His Chest. Darkness, You Know, Is Relative.

Was There A Language Of Loss? Did Everyone Who Suffered Speak A Different Dialect?

Just 'cause You Can't See Me Don't Mean I Gone Away.

Things Break All The Time. Day Breaks, Waves Break, Voices Break. Promises Break. Hearts Break.

...when They Look At Me, I So Badly Want To Be Who They See.