Lletres: Tiltwheel. Battle Hymns For Recluse Youth. The Box.

well i don't know how this all started but right now the skin i've lost is just sitting there and it hurts to much to reach out and grab it. slap it back on i know if it falls off again or if it doesn' fit anymore there won't be another chance i'll take the time to try it again so i sit here in the box just me and my skin and a small hole in the corner where the sun shines in that amkes shadows on the wall as i watch the world passes me by again