The sad thing is I cannot even begin to trust my intentions.

I look in the mirror and see the person no one else does...I'm damned to live with the dark side of me which can never be exposed...small shards and fragments appear...but the real me...

It just cannot be known.

Bah, I feel like I am just waking in circles...and to a large degree I am...because I am not sure how to even begin to make sense of so much of this life.

Emotions, feelings, memories...so much, so little, so late to be shared and shown...

At least if I bite my tongue and reveal nothing...at least some pain can be prevented...and that is what it seems my job has become...prevention.

Ironic, isn't it?