Nobody willingly gives up, all the pleasures of the past. We fight to hold on to them, wishing forever they would last. My life now has limitations, far more than you can see. I remember the force, the face, the factors, the memories are embedded, not wanted. Lives of warmth and need are replaced by chemical thought and induction.
Connectivity is relinquished to the fear of abadonment and pain.
Actions were not intended to destroy and alter cerebral begginings. Love was the hope and hate was the result. Space now fills the relationship. Unresolved, uncommunicated feelings float in the void that was once family. This page has been accessed 11545 times.