The saddest situation is when, myself is not in jibe with each other.

Thinking of You!

After death comes silence.

Poem about silence not always been a good thing, sulking.

Sad poem about regret, silence, fear, abuse, sexual abuse.

Silence speaks louder than words.

Isn’t that the problem, I’m always being told and what you and they say is anything and everything but what is true. Well If You Told Me… and for once I wasn’t forced to listen, didn’t choose to listen, what would become of you, me, and everyone.

I can’t tell her that, no, no, no, because I don’t think the words would be true, if I even knew what the words mean. A Love of Silence… after a night of passion, a night of discovery; what is it that I have to say now? What words.

Today we send off two dear souls – may they rest in peace. Regards to Rachel and Corey.

A kiss does many things.