I look ok...don't I?

I'm reading & writing,

shopping & watching Buffy...

I'm sensible & clear headed

& sensitive & understanding...

I'm calm...

But inside I'm falling apart...

Everything I had faith in is

being stripped away & there's

nothing left but me...

& while being alone

is not the same as being lonely...

Being alone is dangerous,

precarious, nonsensical...

It's a kind of freedom that can cut so deep

& release so much emotion...

That joy & sadness are inseperable...

Catharsis becomes redemption...

And survival is an afterthought.

What has love done to me now?

-Inspired By Travis -