I have lost my lover and my life... I feel a part of me is gone, ripped off, scabbed, frozen over and then peeled off again.
Our path of destruction was a hurricane that ripped apart every person we had ever met.
Through Isolation.
I am now regaining control of my life and rebuilding.
As the farmer comes out of his basement to see the tornado's path, I have begun the long road of reconstruction. You can always build another road, another wall, another house, another field, but you cannot bring back a Loved one...
Just send your prayers down the stream and through the winds towards the world she lives in..
And hope you will meet her there.