How happy are you really? Do you smile in appreciation of your happiness, or appreciation of anothers? How true, and how convincing can your smiles be? It seems with practise, no-one can tell.

Too many barriers?

I wonder, will you read the many aspects to this comparison?

Wide open spaces Decorated with people with wide open eyes Searching, prying, examining My non-existant sanctuary The missing walls Doorless entrance Barless, Glassless windows Unsacred secrets box Unsafe protective shelves I have nothing to hide… Trapped

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Another one of those nights. It’s no wonder most suicides happen at night.

So perceptive of people am I, that i now find myself unable to understand her at all… How things change. Why?

Well it feels this way sometimes!

Not based on event, more thought – If I should turn on my own word, against my own heart, and my own love….