There are so many talons and knives in me, don't touch them. I see nothing but sodden leaves and rain puddles. I miss you terribly. Go on not caring about me, I'm lost like a ship in prayer, a wish barely heavier than light. I will die.
I find every single person to be strange, there is something wrong with all of them. I am made of skin and bones, a hurtful smile, a thief and murderer, I write all of this to close my eyes and to close yours.