*sigh*

Although therapy seems more likely

Funeral Blues

 

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

 

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

 

He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

 

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

 

-- W. H. Auden

What more indeed?

More times than I care to remember

and probably many more to come

Trying hard to remember

Great advice

If only.............................

Trying very hard but its not that easy when you love someone

My sentiments as well

Although I don't believe there is anything such as a perfect anything...................

Lost

I'm closer to those I care about than I have ever been before and yet it's strange and I dont understand it but I have never felt so lost and alone as I do at the moment. I wish I knew why, I wish I understood it and most of all I wish the feeling would go away.....................