Why cry over split milk? Love is visceral. Back to the salt mines after I thought I have found reallove, my old dark wounds drew me back. A pandora's box of misplaced generation opens up. All those that I thought were my friends and family, the one that I thought were loyal to me or goind to be honest and loyal to me until death were also the one that turned their backs on me. I guess when times are tough everyone just stare at you as you face the music and all they do is just to increase the volume. My heart was left in black and blue as I discover the DEEP NASTY ACCURACY of my destiny. I started to feel mentally caged and my life also started to feel like lies. I was feeling deceased when I was still walking. The pressure was too much and there was no one I could vent my pain to. I guess truth really breaks, maybe that's why other people choose lies instead of truth, but sometimes truth builds, I guess it just depends on the type of truth.
