Merciful Death. How You Love Your Precious

Because I Show You My Pain, I Do Not Of Necessity Love You.

It Was As If When I Looked Into His Eyes I Was Standing Alone On The Edge Of The World...on A Windswept Ocean Beach. There Was Nothing But The Soft Roar Of The Waves.

You Are Alone When Something Like This Happens. Doesn't Matter How Many People Love You And Want To Help You. You Are Alone. When Marchent Died, She Was Alone.

Sleep Is Your Friend. Dreams Are Your Unwelcome Guests.

Why Does Shame And Self-loathing Become Cruelty To The Innocent ?