Cracks.

There's no pity party to be had and it's not sympathy I seek. What I seek isn't real as sanity is an illusion to the insane.

I use to think I had a gift for expression and inventive ways with enticing words but truth be told that I am no different than the next. Just a pebble in the creek and not a diamond in the ruff.

There's millions upon millions of souls in this world. Single fragments colliding together to become whole. I've been defective and deflected in these collaborations and continually left on the return counter.

Nobody wants what's broken and nobody wants what can't be fixed.

I don't know what to think or how to feel and I know even less about the factors that control this. I've watched this movie time and time again and now I'm sitting in silence watching the credits pass by.
Line after line disappearing into darkness. The excitement's over and the buzz of the blockbuster is long gone.

If there was a will there would be a way but when the will is dead the dead are dying.

Is it possible to be dead among the living?
I feel as if I am.

I exists within the spaces only to be seen beneath the cracks.

Miss Void. Misunderstood. Misconstrued.