Never Forgotten

Quite frequently she rails against the world - screaming at the top of her lungs in writing as she claims that few see her and among those who do even fewer understand... Most of the world punches at the walls she's put up and then scream in horror at the sights and sounds when they break through, piercing her heart like a searing poison. But let it never be thought that she has forgotten those who not only see, not only understand, but also embrace. It is the acceptance and love that those few souls provide that give her the strength to walk among the unseeing. For while the world forces her to hide the depths of her own soul, the few are the light that shine into her hiding place, keeping her safe in the dark, reminding her of the way back out. Without those few, her true self would be lost forever.

And so while she has once again crawled into the cellar; while she hides, waiting with her words, sounds, and vices, she is not alone. For the few wait with her, the few wait for her... to re-emerge and be...