the feeling most believe they have felt but have not, sorrow is the highest for of
sadness, it is what comes when you see an old love you still love, when arguing with an old friend who you now despise, it will send you in to what feels like hell, but for me has become a reality, a home, from this i have commited
suicide on my spirit, but still live, waiting for her to be there, silently waiting for it to come over me and end this
pain, it can be misery, or excitement, me it is both, making me feel fully free of boundaries, the experince is diffrent for all, i have been to the
edge and back many a time and will happen many more, silently waiting.