Outside the inner realm

Alone and living it. Never a cool kid, this blog has become something other that what it started.
Not sure if I would/should/could reorder it. Let it become what is to be.
I'll consider it later. Who reads this anyway? No one I know.
And then it walks in and I move to outside. No hurt anymore. No pain. And no joy.

Laceration

It isn't always. It's just when it matters. The things that we hate are mostly within ourselves.
I want to hold something, so I cut all contact. Vague answers when I ask direct and pointed questions.
Fine. I'm fine.
No, no one is a friend when I am a friend to no one.
Screw this.