I Am Alice
the sky is falling i am running. always away never towards. pieces pelt me crack broken irreprarable.
Its math class, trigonometry. the teacher drones on about logs and multiplication but i am not paying attention. my mind has been consumed by death.…
I am transient My darling Paper Town I am but a wisp of cloud Blown about by angerily whispering winds Something seeming virginal For when I am…