I steal the breath from your lips; I kiss your chest and listen to the heartbeat. I told you not to run, You cannot escape, my little one. I am the chasm inside your soul; I am the only love you’ll ever know.
Turning illness into a weapon never got me far. Turning illness into art only glorified scars. Turning illness into stories only got others sad. I think that illness is the best friend that I have ever had.