Is there a silent song in your heart, that is screaming to be heard?
And a rock feels no pain;And an island never cries.
Outside it was dark, but not as dark as it was inside of me.
It always is harder to be left behind than to be the one to go…
I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.
Sometimes when you are sad enough , your soul becomes ghost for you.
Never let the salt of your tears be tasteless in grief.
RebukeObstinate regressionbringing untold pathsof deep dark forebodingdepression…
Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.