… it’s hard to put in to words what is missing. Questions linger in the air.
When social niceties are done and gone what do we have left but the raw and real? Is your raw and real something worth keeping in your life? When the chips are down and you’re face down in the dirt, is there anyone there to pick up the pieces? Do you always find yourself running towards others, only to find yourself alone when it comes to facing your own demons? Is the end result worth the pain? Is the end result worth the pleasure?