Sadness drives us to what we are. No longer children of happiness. No longer children of dreams. But neither are we adults of nightmares. What are we? Caught somewhere between childhood and adulthood. Between understanding and confusion. What do we understand if not everything?�and nothing? We don�t even understand ourselves. All we know is that we don�t belong, in one way or another. Whether it be mentally or physically. Shunned by those around us, our problems eating away at our minds. What can we do to stop it? Nothing, except grow out of it. That is of course, assuming we come out of it alive.

© Kristel. S 2003