"Punched in the heart..."
Something so simple, and beautiful, and true.
They say that a soul goes through seasons. I am clearly experiencing a crisp winter myself. I'm tired. I am disillusioned. I am breaking. I wish I could play it all cool, and distant. I'd love to pretend that it's great. But, I've just never been wired that way. I am the one who calls a spade a spade. Right is still right, and wrong is still wrong. In some things there are no gray areas. I can not make truth any less honest for anyone.
This is painful.
This is bruising my heart...