When the love light grows dim what was once was a house of warmth and love becomes a cold and drafty place where only the sounds of silence can be heard amongst the breeze of medicated indifference.
It is both sad and you're right there is no "what else" possible. I hope that in time things will be less edgy and the good times can be remembered as well as the not so good.
What else could it be given the circumstances? Welcome the silence give what the alternative could be.
ReplyDeleteHow sad you sound JB
ReplyDeleteIt is both sad and you're right there is no "what else" possible. I hope that in time things will be less edgy and the good times can be remembered as well as the not so good.
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