walking this boulevard of broken dreams.

When the truth is ugly, people try to keep it hidden, because they know the damage it will do if revealed. So they conceal it within sturdy walls or they place it behind closed doors or they obscure it with clever disguises. But truth, no matter how ugly, always emerges. And someone we care about always ends up getting hurt, and someone else will revel in their pain and that’s the ugliest truth of all.