| Current mood: |  contemplative |
Leave a footprint, maybe God will find it.
I wonder if the footsteps outside my window are as friendly as those outside my door.
Watch as they collide, bloody and misspoken...
Put me in a room in my mind, they did, and left me there to rot. To die, with their own truths and lies that they dare not keep, they forced them to me.
Syphoned out my sanity and sucked in my brain.
I may be a moonbrain sometimes.... but everyone knows the moon can think.
Everyone knows the moon is a girl, and the girl is a moon, and the moon has a brain that can think, and respond, and live like a human.
She can bend, and breathe, and breed like a human, and she can rage, and scream and cry like a girl.
That's how I am. Just like the moon.
And the moon is outside my window.
She won't let me speak...
Can you speak for me?
I wish you could. Then you can learn to talk on your own. Learn to live by yourself.
Learn to be free.
True, it would be a misguided freedom, but it's a freedom nonetheless that's been trained out of you.
Just like Sanity has been trained out of me...
We can learn to learn and live together...
Will you take my hand to show you?
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