Hmmm

It isn't easy to feel this alone amongst a group of peoples. One must diligently work at it.

How do I feel? In a picture...

As if my right hand is empty and I dare not reach for one of those damn, fragile, thin-skinned glass ornaments because as soon as it is in the palm, of my hand, it will shatter, of it's own accord...or mine, cutting me up into bleeding, jagged pieces. The confusion and hurt of relationships just ain't worth it. I will not reach out and grasp more...