I conquer. Conquer I.

Childhood escaped me, left me with the need to mature, the need to understand your fights, the abandonment. To read through your excuses, your goodbyes. Maybe I didn't grow in time. Maybe that was your point. To send me into a tailspin. To fast forward my grief, only to relive it in slow motion in the matter of my lifetime

I question all.

I conquer.

Conquer I.