“But I'm feeling like I'm tucking some paper around in the hole you left. The wind still whistles in, but I'm not as cold.”

“I need some space.""Because of my past?""No, because of mine. When I'm around you I feel like I'm falling. I need to stop before I smash into the ground.""Are you always so honest?""No. Mostly I'm a liar like you.”

“Sometimes it feels like I'm thinking against the wind.”

“I'm alone. And I'm crying. And no one is coming to the crib. And the nightlight has burned out. And I'm mad. I'm so mad. Left frontal lobe. I...I...I don't feel so good. Left occipital lobe. I... don't remember where...Left parietal lobe. I...I...I can't remember my name,but...but...Right temporal...but I'm still here. Right frontal. I'm still here... Right occipital.I'm still...Right parietal. I'm...Cerebellum. I'm...Thalamus. I...Hypothalamus. I...Hippocampus...Medulla........................”

“And make sure you tell daddyThat I'm still his little girlYeah I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to beBut don't forget to remember me”

“I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.”