A child's note written on the wall of the bath in soap

The world is a small, chaotic maze and we are all insane 
I, myself, have already lived through 3 wars and I am only 9 years old 
I want to live in a world where sympathy is not a muscle you exercise, but a basic function
(like eating and fucking)
Tell me a place where man is sympathetic and I will move into that house 
Until that day I will be homeless, cause no home built by man is safe
Man only builds structures that will eventually collapse on itself

I will sleep outdoors with my eyes tightly shut
(so the light of the stars do not keep me awake through dark nights) 

I have known many woman, they scrape my back with a bar of soap like fingers on a chalk board before I go to bed
They tell me time will move and I will stay still
My skin will wrinkle in the tub, but little more will change 
They call my mother and tell her how they are worried about me in exchange for ancient secrets I have forgotten
Terrible story that have decomposed in my memory
Secrets that are no longer mine and only live in the world of gossip

I try to turn myself off, I close my eyes and turn off my ears
Soon I awake gasping for air! 

My dreams are so heavy Im am afraid they will crack my skull! 
Though this world is heavy upon our backs I refuse to turn the lights off
I will leave them on so when I do come home, I will recognize it and go in