January 25, 2015 My son River would have been born today. This is the hardest article I will have to write to date. But this is my way to deal with the tragedy, which is the loss of an unborn child. * ...
Sometimes
We only realize what we had
When it’s lost. Long gone.
Extracted from my heart
My body cold and empty
Shaking from memories
That keep torturing my soul.
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Sometimes, especially when something great comes to an end, the nights become longer, darker, and more lonely. Most times I don't care - I like reflecting, being with myself, creating inspiration, easing my mind and thoughts by soaking up the sound ...
