2008-01-30 , 4:03 a.m.
That's how situations never mend...
We bite our tongues.
We pretend that things are fine. That we don't have this pile of wrong.
This blazing, flashing, neon light screaming.... Can-can dancers waving purple feathered fans... Surrounding the real, live, elephant in the room.
And you wonder if you're the only one who feels this way.
Take that back.
You know plenty of people keep mum.
You just wonder... If the right someone feels like it's wrong without you, too.
And you ponder if they'll ever come to their senses...
Stop dilly-dallying in the nonsense. The pretense.
And ask you... to come home.
