Being Lost While Found

  “I wish I could write in lyrics that sound like a song. So I could build a mantra or a melody to keep my heart beating to. But the cacophony of the orchestra of my mind leaves me wondering if I can even hold a tune.” -Quill

  “Made of coiled string and rubber- I strapped myself together to hold onto life a little longer, but the constriction of what I defined as life keeps me here, in this grasp of the past that I can’t shake. To open a seam would spill memories. My casing of bands and knots choke me but I learned to live without breathing.” - Quill