Sometimes, you need to let things fall to the ground on their own; if you try to catch them, they will still break, but now you're also hurt and there's broken shards of glass and lots of blood at the party you're hosting.

You forget about the glass, but the scar on your hand doesn't.

Based on a true story.

A dear friend once told me I will probably never find someone who truly understands all of me, and I fear they may be right.

I search for connection with more and more people who get different parts of me so that when it is all added up, I am understood completely by a myriad of individuals but nobody in particular.

A special kind of loneliness sets in when I realise there might be spots in my soul that don't make sense to anyone at all.

I'm not sure what will happen then.

So, I'm back.

Things are different but the same but quite different but not really and I'm having trouble dealing with it.