Once upon a time I wore rose colored glasses, and the world was cast in soft pink cloudy hues. But out of the corners of the lenses tendrils of grey appeared from time to time, and though I saw bright beautiful flowers they smelled of rot. Though I saw children playing my ears heard their sobs. Though I saw delicious food I tasted nothing but dust. Though I saw lovers and family and friends I felt emptiness.
It was not real. And when the lenses cracked, I saw truth.
And it was not a truth I could unsee.
Laughs and Lobotomies 