I watch my neighbors and wonder if they are aware of the chaos that surrounds us. Do the confides of their home shield them from others despair? When they close their door is it a safe haven? or are they just sparing the world the madness that is them? I look at myself in the mirror and start naming everything wrong with me on the outside. It's much easier than taking a look in. It's dark in there, the pain and suffering burns up into my eyes. Please stop looking at me. It's nothing but a horrible mess.. or maybe just maybe, a beautiful disaster.