When you think of a veil, what's the first image that comes to mind? Most people, I would think, conquer up the image of the veil on a bride. For me, I think of a torn veil cloaked around my eyes. I think of a veil of ignorance, innocence. The veil I think of, is a veil you are protected by until the day reality comes crashing upon you. You are ignorant. You are innocent. You do not know hurt. You do not know pain. You only know happiness. One day though, everyone's veils eventually get ripped off. Some more violently than others.
My veil was not ripped off violently, and instantaneously, but rather, a slow, agonizing process. I am nothing more than just another human. Capable of emotions and thoughts. But you don't want to hear about me.
Anyway, this post was just setting the stage for this blog.
