Silence wades in somber seas Lonely in the darkened wood Floating in a world of dancing grass Soaring through the cloudy skies Silence screams within the darkened mind (featured image source)
In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others. ― Brennan Manning
It is a lonely thing, to feel.
I don't fit in anywhere. I've no connections, no history, no group, no tribe. I'm alone and I hate it and I love it. I am an odd duck no matter where I go or what I do or who I am. Fuck the world... On edge... teetering on the cusp of breakdown... I'll never be … Continue reading Madness. Madness, all.