Sometimes, You Have To Surrender Before You

I Know Now That When The Loving, Honest Moment Comes It Should Be Seized, And Spoken, Because It May Never Come Again. And Unvoiced, Unmoving, Unlived In The Things We Declare Form Heart To Heart, Those True And Real Feelings Wither And Crumble In The Remembering Hand That Tries Too Late To Reach For Them.

Of Course I Wanted To Know. I Was A Writer. I Wanted To Know Everything.

I Still Love You. And Sometimes, My Friend, The Love That I Have, And Can't Give To You, Crushes The Breath From My Chest. Sometimes, Even Now, My Heart Is Drowning In A Sorrow That Has No Stars Without You, And No Laughter, And No Sleep.

I Don't Know What Frightens Me More, The Power That Crushes Us, Or Our Endless Ability To Endure It.

Silence Is The Tortured Man's Revenge.