tell me, where along the way did we get so comfortable with being uncomfortable.

when did we accept the unacceptable?

i don’t know.

it’s easier to bounce my thoughts off the walls than over your head.

& there i go again…. adding insult to injury.

it pains me ….. to use the pen that way… but it’s the only way i know to these days.

a lot of pain lives amongst these pages.

all the pain that lives amongst these pages…..

that’s why i don’t find myself amongst the pages.

no….. you won’t find me in these pages, anymore