Have you heard the news that you're dead......

Dorthy knew what was what.
There really is no place like home.

It's strange to think that even without me here, it has continued on.
The leaves have changed
It's gotten cold.
The fall has arrived.
And it all happened without me.

Now that I'm back for a short, all too brief while, the sobering truth has finally set in.

It's all going on without me.


People are changing.
Moving on.

And I am being left behind.

Out of the loop.
Out of the plans.
Out of their lives.

So this is how it is now.

Not forgotten.
But barely remembered.
Like a dream you once had.
Or at least you think you did.

A figment of your imagination.

The girl that got out, only to wish she were back in.

You're not special, only a spectical.......

Keeping secrets from the world as it continues to confuse and alude me.

This place I'm in is like a drug. I must admit, I'm an addict. Book the room, rehab here I come.

Took a (de)tour and ended up getting lost in you. Will this nonsense ever really be through.

Refusing to say the one thing I never could, but knowing I need to admit.

I'm (a)lone(ly)


They say the press wants answers. I say don't we all.

Life is not about finding yourself. It's about creating what you can be.

How can I give this up.

Let's call a truce.
I'm not giving in.
Consider this my refuge.
As you continue in recluse.

uncle