We make light of our pain. We poke fun at it and we laugh at it and we push it off, but we hurt. We all hurt, and underneath the veil of laughter is a land of tears. Just beneath the skin it seems. And we stand there, tenuously on our false laughter, often just about to break. Maybe sometimes we should, come to grips and realize that we just want to cry. I am bound and gagged by failure and missteps. I can no longer afford to rend my heart before the earth and yet I know of no better way to break through the veil. It is thin but it is strong and it is so hard to break in from the outside. I cannot help you. I cannot help you. I cannot help you. I know that I love you and I love to easily
is such a sacred place the land of tears
