Exhibit A:
Captivated by my shame. Can’t even bear to see the light. Holding on to a frame that I now spend my whole life. Finding more sleepless nights than any hour of slumber. Split into fractions, the subconscious and the broken lover. I am see-through, transparent, held together by someone else’s love. I am now the alchemist trying to turn medicine to love. Chemical equations to complete the hole inside my chest and soothing burns from the acid under my skin. If the weight of the world snapped my spine, the X-rays showed the cosmos where my discs should have been. It crumbled into itself, like a black hole and my mind followed, completely hollowed. I will fall in the spaces in between time, separated by mass and the speed of light, because the best things are hardly seen. Just watching the bending of light from my bed, blended with color, these stars were my own and no one else’s. Word, action, and deed. None could I use in full to complete the things in which I mean. You have either been exiled or you haven’t, and you either choose to be there or it chooses you. I float in space with stars at arms length. It was nice for a while, but it's getting cold… I've gotten cold.

Exhibit B:
Go for walk in the night. Need answer to questions. Lie is running out. Need comfort for heartaches. Will barter fake happiness for real sadness. Will gamble away lonely pride for humiliation with trustworthy friends. Will cut prices on time to find self, whatever that was supposed to mean. Will call demolition crew to tear down wall. Will call locksmith to install door. Don’t want to rely on self anymore. Don’t want to talk to self anymore. Don’t want to calculate worth anymore. Too many zeros. Need help. Need love, need help. The adventure was a sham. The kite has no wind. No string. No kite. Losing self. Need help. Cry out. Cry out. Waterfall eyes. Earthquake hands. Howl like dog. Hear voice. Waterfall stops, earthquake ceases, howl weakens. Hear voice. See light, hear voice. Lie is fading. Lie is forgiven. Person by campfire. You reach out hand. Touch shoulder. Person turns. Love incarnate. Sitting in the middle of the clock where no hands can reach them. Just for you.