Sunday, November 4, 2012

Ironic

"That's the thing...
the day before your whole life changes forever...
feels just like any other day."



 Can I ever just be...without feeling let down?

Without feeling like the blocks that I so carefully stacked up...are falling down around me?

Are things ever what they seem? Or is everything a facade?

I want to scream. To cry. To throw things.

But, I don't. I smile. I carry on. Because that's what I do.

Hell...I'm a facade, too.

Ironic.