My thoughts won't grace the computer screen or any readers any easier. What I am feeling isn't something that is easily passed on to people. It's a sadness that is hard to describe without the look of pain and emptiness in the eye of its beholder. It's hard to examine without a chart of all the wounds that have graced my heart in the last few months. My heart is stabbed enough and it's bound to break. There are stitches, sutures, and miracle but nothing touches the crack that's permeating to the center of me. Nothing can erase this pain, this loss, this emptiness. Am not having what I wanted but passing each day. The way I see life is now in a different perspective. I dont know if am in a negative attitude now but am comfortable this way. I still believe in God.
