Apropos proposal.

"Nothing really matters. Anyone can see, nothing really matters to me."

Some morning, I'll wake up in a world that is a world. I'll wake up, and I'll see lucid sun in my window panes. I'll wake up, and I'll be with myself. I'll wake up, and I'll feel. I'll feel love, I'll feel pain, I'll feel happiness. I will wake up, and I will know these men and women. I'll know them, and I'll see them with my own eyes. We'll all be the same, in old homes with our birds and our mother hens and our father fox. We'll all hold hands and laugh and sing together in the way the Whos do. I'll take off my glasses and see my brother. I'll break my own heart on my own time. I'll follow my heart on my own time. I'll learn from teachers and write down things that are important to me. I'll know the pains and let them flow. I'll see my mother and make her happy one day. I'll cry and I will look through flooded pupils the Moon and all its running blood. I won't spill a drop of mine.

Or maybe the bruises won't heal.

Little glass angels that peer down the cracks and the little mouse holes. I guess they are looking after me, but they are under the floorboards now. It's just me and the black mold. 6 days of night.