People always meddle. It's their way. Children playing with what they shouldn't. This is why we can't have nice things.
Rarely. The quiet is ringing in my ears. Can't go back to what we were but here we are again. Back to what isn't anymore.
It's an itch. A scritching want under the skin. You can't scratch it away so you twitch and shake and try not to. You didn't think it would hurt this much.