the beginings of an epic letter...

it will be a disappointing finish. as it is a sad moment, with many to follow. no light. no holding on. no pulling through in the clutch. just the answer. the blackest of black. 

what is it to be broken. why is it the one thing i aspire to do and have i cannot. will never. heart breaking. 

still in a fog is how my brain feels. like maybe there is a way. perhaps i am an exception. filling my head, and more importantly my heart, full of false hopes. 

it makes all the negatives that have spun from the situation prevalent. starring at me. laughing. pointing. angering me. wanting to fight but knowing i will loose.

waiting until my head becomes clear i have no choices but to sit, think. sometimes being alone with ones own thoughts is harder then having the world staring in.