I woke...and I just laid there. Waiting. Wondering. How did I get here? How did we all get here. The shadows shifted, as I held myself and told myself to sleep. The noise of the world is blatant yet comforting to the equally deranged mind. Lately the simple joy of reading and immersing in words is satisfying and bliss. I live.
"But I lived the lie. I lived it out of anger. This is what I'm trying to tell you. I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love." Marius
Indeed.
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