You may say I'm a dreamer...

I think my feelings or extreme joy, and complete numbness are really the same thing..

It's a sliding scale of how far away I am from a total breakdown.


The same peak to the same mountain of horror...

The things she's not

A fighter, a lover,
A well-behaved girl,
Special, or lovely,
Or even some one of note

The things she is,
Are so great and terrible,
She'll never give them name,
But to shiver, at the mere thought