「I need a carbon monoxide to survive. We are two different creatures, right? You like the sound of crickets and I like the rattle of the taxies. You blosom in the sun and me, I come into my own under grey skies.」
Self-revelation, reconcilation and perhaps healing by means of a recount, an imaginary revisiting and a confrontational dialogue with the young self. Honest as to the needs of a too-sensitive but empty child, unflinching as to the declaration of love yet cluelessness of what it entails.// “When I was a child, I was obsessed with changing myself.”