I am reckless in the early morning hours. I give away my secrets to the suffragettes on the sidelines of my life. I give away my insides, my liver, my kidneys, my heart, even my brain to the nations waiting in the wings. I'm tired and I feel like I need my organs back, just as much as I need my secrets back. They don't mean anything to you, why do you need them. I need them for life, for living.