If this is reality, I'm not interested....

The title is stolen from my young and vibrant "fashonista" cousin....who I was so privileged to spend my Thanksgiving with. I love you Hillary and thank you for listening to all of my ramblings....you are wise beyond your years....And as one other cousin said, "There are many colors of life are not always pretty..."









A dark room
With closed curtains
That light cannot penetrate.
A world where I cannot hurt others
And I can feel no pain inflicted upon me.
A place where I
Lock myself away
And I alone begin to pick up the pieces
Of my broken self.
Where dreams of loved ones gone
Do not haunt my sleep.
Like a beaten dog
Left to lick my own wounds
Growling at any human touch
That tries to say,
“Let me help you.”

And now, some Red Hot Chili Peppers to reiterate how I feel right now...
Scar Tissue
Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you cause
With the birds I'll share
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view