Toxic Hues

she lived in a bubble she lived in a shell of secrets, known only to herself never mind I listened as she vented and thoroughly spewed her righteous injustice for the one hundredth time, if not more here we go again. I can hardly bring myself to bear another sound one minute, so sweet and attentive the next, crab apple blues. I wondered to myself, what did I actually get myself into? where is the meaning of life if not tenderly found around love, sweet caresses of the soul tender melodies from above and beyond, how can one continue without this truth and stagger forward in doubt, eyes glazing never recognizing that one thing, that means everything...