The Great Fall.

The smallest nudge can make a crack.

I am already fractured.

If I fall off the wall and can’t get back (to my own self),

who’s going to pick me up and glue me together?

All the King’s horses?

All the King’s men?

This isn’t a fucking nursery rhyme.

Life is monochrome.

So take your looking-glass and shove it up your ass.

We can’t all hide behind fantasies.