becoming gallactic.

they'll tell you to stop crying after a week. eat your heart out right in front of them. it'll taste like mom's home made chicken and smog. don't let them see you cry. go to the back of the church and weep. run with conviction into the parking lots. run faster as you feel their breathe on your heels. remember reality is a relative term, and no one ever promised you a rose garden. run until you are running on a star.