Writing adds a soft blanket to the razor sharp memories
of her. Madness overshadows the pain, as I wander through the hazy twists and
turns of the past. Perhaps I will wander and write for eternity. But how long
is forever? Each minute without her is an eternity. No one can understand the
concept of forever until endless love is ripped from their grasp. Eternity is
an empty second. It is forever…
© April 18, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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