I feel like the bad ending of a good movie.
Everyone leaves the theater mad because they want to know what happens next.
But my movie is something different;
there is no sequel or part two. There is no next.
My movie ends.
My movie ends in the middle. Right before the good part happens.
This isn’t a movie about a love story or a movie about a war.
My movie is about a girl,
a girl who grew up with her brain on fire.
Lit with matches held with the hands of inspiration.
The flame grows as time passes. But once the movies at the ******, the flame
it goes out.