Oh! waking is a bitter nightmare..when you constantly hang around the fringes of my dreams..
..my foundation is crumbling and shattered glass is falling all over sidewalks..
..i am collapsing and i am collapsing on myself..
i am shards of glass..and i am the person being wounded by the glass..
..there is a certain beautiful honesty about depression..
..will Candy and honey not
..sweeten the Bitter acrimony of life?
..if truth indeed be a fallacy,
then should reality not be a lie?
Truth is like water.
A little of it quenches your thirst
Too much of it..and you drown.