If I had a movie...
It would be titled The Invisible Girl.
You come, you go, you breathe, you grasp.
Sometimes it takes so little, too little, too late.
All these words come and go like oxygen.
They're pariahs sometimes.
They crawl and they scream.
They shiver and bleed and make you eyes see.
These things you won't forget.
These words you will never hear again.
One last time one last time.
Just close your eyes and promise yourself.
One last time.
To try to survive.