Sometimes I wish I could sew my eyes shut, so I wouldn't have to look at the mess I've made. Sometimes I wish I could sew my nose up, so I wouldn't smell the reek of lies. Sometimes I wish I could sew my lips together, so I wouldn't have to say "I'm okey". Sometimes I wish I could sew my ears closed, so I wouldn't have to listen to the words of pity. Sometimes I wish I could sew my hands, but wait. What if I just didn't have any? Then I couldn't sew at all...