Minions! I come to you jaded. It blows my mind how my internal worlds could be falling apart into new realities while being completely still on the outside, talking, joking, being "social". Lonely is when I can vividly see me banging my head and fists at the solid surface of my skin from the inside while the soft skin of the outside remains composed; as if my cells are bound together by melded iron and steel instead of organic matter; as if my physical borders are riddled with armed forces. I wanted to yell out things that wouldn't even fight against the lumps of my throat, so I settled for another defeated sigh. Today I typed what I didn't want to say... today I fell out of denial and into a razor sharp new reality... today I melted, solidified into a new mould, and lied. Minions, help me find the door back to denial, it was kinder to my heart.
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