noisy silence

this is the silence that seeps into my pores and doesn't let me go. This is the silence I am left sitting with...in. Reminding me of everything I am....everything I am not. screaming in my face, shattered glass that rips my cheek into a thousand fragments, and all the while my only response remains... is it over yet?

Holidays are a social creation to appease and fulfill, to distract and thrill, To remind us why we play the role, follow the rules, pay the toll
and become the fools...

... I for one, am no exception.

how much is a friendship worth?

It is a thin and fickle line that divides forgiveness and love, especially when you are caught in between.