and its uneven terrain. My father’s to blame;
he came before me. Don’t ignore me. I cannot
charge him with the lies I’ve told myself then
chose to believe. I wanted to be in a convent.
It’s nonsense to be that brave. Your eyes are
like comets. I know what I felt, but not what
to say. We should be at a rave. I know it hurts.
The pain’s an answer, but not the first. To be
worldly is a contradiction. We obey whatever
we don’t investigate. I wasn’t okay. Seriously