• Confusion is part of all things.
    No single person understands all situations.
    Yet we all attempt to be strong in the face of change and choice.
    I feel my past dwelling in the shadows waiting to spring up and hurt me again.
    My rage builds and i can't control it sometimes.
    We all need help.
    Yet we refuse to give it.
    I wonder if those who hide are better off than those who live in the crossfire of modern society. I am torn between what would make me happy and what would be smart.
    Between one place or another.
    Being torn hurts and the pain grows with each passing moment that i spend on the subject.
    I have a heart that will not stop loving the people of my past.
    I don't understand it and I probably Never Will.

    Jareth