In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy.Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn’t tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late May, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.
If the eyes are the windows to the soul, and grief is the door - as long as it’s closed, it’s the barrier between knowing and not knowing. Walk away from it and it stays closed forever. But open it and walk through it, and pain becomes truth.
Everyone hides who they are at least some of the time. Sometimes you bury that part of yourself so deeply that you have to be reminded that it’s there at all, and sometimes you just want to forget who you are altogether.
There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald The Great Gatsby
About me
We all have something to hide, some dark place inside us we don't want the world to see. So we pretend that everything's okay, wrapping ourselves in rainbows. That's all for the best, because some of these places are darker than others.
