Here’s what you do, he said through the bars. Find the most real thing you can find inside you and rip it out like a sheet of notebook paper. Don’t bother tidying up the little tag things at the side. Nobody’s gonna care. Tear it out and nail it to the door of whatever the hell piece of the world pisses you off most. Be the one who offers his best at an altar that never wanted your sacrifice in the first place. Then walk away.
Get familiar with the feeling of a missing page.
Grow a new one.