Thursday, May 19, 2011


"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken,and I'd rather remember it at it's best than mend it and see the broken pieces as long as I lived." - Margaret Mitchell

The surroundings have not changed. Who was I kidding thinking I could walk away and start over so easily? The walls are no longer protection from the elements. Instead we have been isolated from the real world. Ignorant and innocent to what is fantasy and what is reality. The dreams of what could have, should have and may one day be, quickly consume the waking hours. Well aware that the bubble world of the elite is a Cinderella hoax, yet carelessly disregarding the obvious.

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