I can’t explain.
I promise they take over.
It isn’t me. You know it’s not me.
They happen again. I promise they won’t stop.
But I know it’s safer to be here.
We don’t accept credit in years.
I stopped the sessions and moved.
Knock, I am new each time.
Leave the mystery alone.
What’s unconditional?
I am not your baby.
Please stop lying to yourself.
It doesn’t exist with me.
I am a factory.
It feels worse.
Please leave.
Don’t crawl back.