We did not speak in volumes, but with quiet mouths that were infant-like.

They say the truth is but a shard of glass. Although I've already known the truth, I cannot touch the handle, for hearing it will only dig me deeper. I've forgotten to watch out for the reality. Humans aren’t worth of trust when they have gotten all they want from you, they’ll scrub you off them like a crust & let you heal in a fleeting moment. I wish I'd still be naive enough to believe in such fairytales. I have come a long way, with how much longer still to go? Who knows but maybe, I'm just adjusting myself to a brand new life. I'm sick of all the drama & play-acting that's revolving around me. This is when I see a need to stop this cycle from spinning before I reach the edge of sanity.