All I can say is that I left the house with a great deal of hopes and sunshine and it ended with the words “Jessika you are lovely but…”, three packs of tissues on and between the sheets, three blankets for the emotional cold and the image of my heart limping into battle.
An unexpected void suddenly gets hold of my world once more, despite all the amazing plans for my now work-free weekends.
Sad, ironic, without blame.
I gave reality a good chance and no doubt there will be more chances.
Alternative illusions disgust me more than anything now.
I ponder this question.
Will you publicly deride this person?
Or is that only for certian people?
It's for me, only. And, believe it or not, even I have a heart with a door and a lock.