quick, quiant, come

as criplling as paining as frail as it is...i'm in, tossed. thrown hated painted sainted and overall extremely frustrated. at never knowing when why or how any of this will make a penny's worth of fucking sense. i just move through the sounds and save the smiles and hope my overwhelming sense of doom and pain won't seek out my precious hiding spaces. i can't shake my shadows and i know they're there. i won't forget them. they are me and they are now a part of you