Charles Bukowski once wrote; “There will always be something to ruin our lives. It all depends on what or which finds us first. You’re always ripe and ready to be taken.” Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the whole bottle of wine that I drank within the past hour, but I feel numb. I guess that’s a feeling but I just want to feel something…anything. Anger consumes me. Questions overflow my thoughts. And insecurities start to unravel.

You let someone in and they destroy you. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. In the end, beneath all the crap, we just need someone to step up and tell us we’re not alone. We all just want that someone.