Down the Rabbit Hole

So goes the fairytale...

I'm really tempted not to write. I'm not in a good place there is a risk by giving myself free reign, I will find out that the chasm is wider and darker than I originally imagined. Fairytales are crap and happy endings are elusive at best. I'm back to believing that not believing is really a better choice for broken people afterall, and we are all just a little broken I think. Broken by the dried out husks of someone else's empty promises, by the mistakes that made holes in our souls, by angry words spoken in the dark that can never be recalled or recanted. Broken by new damage on top of old.