Stormed
The storm is here. It's blowing truly, madly, deeply. Everyone knows the storm is here and everyone pretends not to know. And I am expected to do something about it? What am I supposed to do? Destroy the thin fabric of peace that I pretend to have? I don't want to acknowldege it. I want to compartmentalize it. I want to live my own life away from it. I want a corner of my own without it. Whatever affects the peace that I hold so dear will be placed beyond the walls of my defenses. I ignore. You created your own world in the first place. You locked us out of it. Therefore, You and whoever's with you are out of the picture. Goodbye.

I will make do alone.

But it doesn't work this way. It just doesn't. Doesn't.