I would love to know how; how did my life and my love, everything I gave you… How did it suddenly mean nothing to you? All I wrote, the songs, the stories; was that ink spilled in vain? Every word, every page; every paragraph; every confession and secret and overturned stone along the road of our friendship. Tell me this was not for nothing! Tell me my feelings that were betrayed into showing themselves upon the light of a page were not wasted on you ungrateful soul and tell me this book hath value someone in your black heart! Perhaps there is still a light where memories of ourselves still lay, maybe there is hope for that horizon I so wish to see…. Or hath that sea of tears too far drowned our love like oxygen, and made us death personified. Walking along dim paths, stumbling over potholes we cannot see as love has left us blind. For love is blind. But silly love, when will you see? You must defend yourself lest you crumble…

 

Lest you fall…

 

Lest you stumble..

 

And die in the despair of it all.