I sit here and you look upon my darkest pieces. My most helpless parts. Do get it? know what it's like? To feel it all. nothing. bear yourself out to someone not because want it but they're holding a clipboard with boxes that need be checked. wonder if could understand this is more than story. wonder already the answer. Your eyes rake across tiny frail body like damaged car you're just mechanic. pen clicks rolling barrel. foot taps it’s stomping down million tiny ants. You don't me. to. I'm another part of nine five glad those few minutes talking are over.