I wanted to whisper to the dead about living creatures.
To tell them about how peculiar it is to breathe and feel and pee…
Most days
We hardly know who we are, but we pass the drama prac each time we smile when all we really want to do is bury ourselves alive.
But then…
There’s love.
No matter how many times she kills us, she always brings us back to life.
B. Levskey
Born For Copper 