All I had stored up emotionally put into one poem. It was a lot to think about but things are fine now. It was just an abundance of burdening thoughts.

A desire to see my beloved stars again.

Fleeting moments fading into
Time’s eternal atmosphere….

Oh, pity means a lot to us!
Yet. think it might be such …

Slightly graphic thoughts of mine.

It seems utterly incomprehensible.

My dad was the bravest person I know.

When you love somebody, your heart is their home.

Jim Morrison coined the termed the phrase savage garden and I think he epitomised selfishness and self destruction. The man was a legend though and I am a massive fan.

Love with regret.