It's a beautiful prison, and only you can heal me and fix what's wrong. I wish I felt better, I wish for a lot of things, it feels like those wishes just land in an empty and rusted out, old bucket, near the lake. That dock at Starboard, it's no longer there, my fishing pole is on the other side of that giant drain pipe, likely in a bed of mud underwater, my brother and I fished there, well, he fished and my sister and I just sorta sat there and talked, like always. It was a good day and I had fun.
