We write

We write to release

Rage

Inner peace

Inner turmoil

We write

because anger is unbecoming

Shades of dragons and lizards where puppies and cute kitties should be

We write

because the demons within are clawing at the bubble

causing lesions in an already rupturing wall 

We write

because if we do not

that fine line we walk

will split our world into a million pieces

I write 

because what burns within

burns brighter outside my former self

I write because it stitches the broken pieces back together again

To Cry or not to Cry...

Not quite sure what is supposed to happen here. Found out something about someone I was close to trusting. I just don't know if this is the point when I break down and cry or is this the point when I rejoice that I found out sooner than later. I'm not the crying type but somehow a good cry would be cathartic right now. I'm not even asking the usual stupid girl questions, 'Did I cause this?' 'Could it have been something I did?' Nah I know it's not me or my fault, I mean a man is a man is a man, you can't blame them that is just how they are, so when they mess up you expect it. Actually you walk around waiting for them to mess up and when they do, you say 'See I told you he would' (like seeing those signs saying 'Caution road slippery when wet' so obvious) and you pat yourself on the back glad you saw it coming but just a little sad that this one did not break the usual 'man tradition'. Well this tiny rant was not so bad. I feel better. So I go back to waiting for the next big screw up I guess...