She's a good shell but that's all she is, nothing worth holding. I've had to build my reasoning from scratch -I had it all figured out but now I've lost it. I'm not cold anymore but I'm not sure where the warmth is coming from. I think it's the fact that the rejection came before the proclamation and that isn't what bothers me. I'm not even sure why I did it, I should have waited a few hours for it all to come down but I did it anyway and now the whole world's at a loss. I miss the days when I felt cold, calm - I felt metallic - but I'm on my way. I'm drinking fucking panda blood. I have no strings.
I'm breathing water still I reach for the surface, hoping that I'll like what's up there."
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