It's all too easy to deny how much we care when we are down and out. We can run, pretend to hide, and say that we eluded all pain and suffering. But when you turn around, you see a trail and everything is there: the heartbreak, the lies, deceptions, just everything. And it's marked your every move, from point A to point B. This time there is no escaping admittance to being hurt, because it's right there behind you.

Maybe I am mixing this feeling of denial with confusion.

Either way, we are all a bit mushy inside. I remind myself of applesauce.