I can't exactly explain any of the ridges in my skin or the pieces missing from the sounds made when I laugh. It would take far too long to retrace my steps, so just accept what's in front of you. At one point I held innocence and it lived inside my ignorance of right and wrong. I suppose just wait a few years and you'll see red lines all over my left side. Just wait and you'll see a hand overflowing with pills, deadly or not, the intent made that hand already stiff and cold.
*This is part of me putting memories into file cabinets.*