Old child.

Start to stop again. Wash your hands of yourself. Scrub until you’ve uncovered new skin. Be reborn again. You’ll make the same mistakes and carry the same weight, but make it count. You’ll be alone like this and carved out of weeping stone. Use the path in apathy and find yourself anew in a new place. Slow, slow, slow and steady, steady, steady. Make your deliberate steps resound. Disregard this jealousy and let love drive. No matter what happens, you are still alive. Former liars never die. Let your eyes open and don’t be afraid to see. Hate what you’ve become, but love what you will be. You’re always the same child, to me. Always falling and afraid to be free.