It's hard to believe that there's nobody out there...

It's hard to believe that, I'm all alone

At least I have her love...the city she loves me.

Lonely as I am...together we cry.


Life is full of loss. But in loss there is life...gain, beauty beyond that loss. Loss takes many shapes, as does beauty...they are shape shifters. With one loss you gain another. The first loss, be it painful, opens the veins to recieve beauty in ways we cannot perceive through the tears.

I wish I could have lived near him.
I wish I could have learned more.
I wish he had told me the truth.
We all knew the truth.
We never met
They loved her.
She was old.
He was a pushover.
He fought for us.
He should have gone a long time ago.
He should never have come into it.

I'm an not afraid
I will go beyond
I will destress
I do not know
I am in control
I am worried
For her
For us

Even now I cry for it...even now I am letting go of the stress...even now I am making my nest ready...even now I am completely alone.

But I am not afraid.
Nor should you be.

I love you