reality_infused_sadness lostgirl stripping off each layer of paint, color by color, going deeper and deeper, closes in on the actual original surface, until all that is left behind is the darkness underneath all the valiant efforts to appear be something it could never be. 100621 ... tender_square the truth burrows like a bullet. people send their pity, because what else do you send at a time like this? have i kept it close because i didn't want to believe it was real, or because i needed to wear its reality alone for a while? it fucking hurts to say i'm at an ending, there's an impasse, there's no way to bridge who i was with who i am. i go panning through the past and i'm left with the shards of how we were broken to begin with. 221213 what's it to you? who go blather from