Sunday, April 6, 2014

what's most unfortunate

i've long maintained that the most unfortunate lies are the ones that we tell ourselves. yesterday's events have prompted quite a few thoughts and feelings in me. which are the lies and which are the truths i can't seem to discern. what i can tell is that my heart is once again overburdened, and it will indeed be a heavy weight to carry through the day.
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