There has to reasons behind everything. Like a silver lining to every cloud. There has to be an over-arching reason to each act. I have mine but what more would other's think of me if I were to do so. So am I suppose to be walloped up by self-grief and sorrows while others find it rather amusing or "fun" unknowing to the pain searing through my belittled heart. I have a heart too. Everyone has it. It's an understatement. I looked out for theirs but who looks out for mine?


It is true that the world can be unjustifiable at times. So let me walk on this winding path alone with only my intuition to navigate my away around. I desired the warmth from the clasp but only uncertainty crept through its tenderness.