I said, I watched you throw your life away. Then, straightening my shirt for the last time, I turned away from the mirror and looked down the empty hall, waiting for an appropriate time to get moving and leave.
Perhaps less faith in people is what it takes to feel weightless, like I can fly. I only feel beautiful inside when I read the headlines and see that some mother’s locked her children in a car and rolled it into a lake. I only feel worth it when I read the headlines and another father has stabbed his two sons in the middle of the night while they were sleeping.