Dressed in new jeans, a light blue dress shirt and a red patterned tie, he stood at Heather’s grave with his eyes closed. Although I didn’t hear him, his lips were moving like he was praying. In the faint breeze, Mother Nature ran her fingers through his dark hair like I wanted to. He looked tall and strong, the way he used to, but somewhere along the way, without me, he’d stepped into the shoes of a man. And a part of me ached for those missing years.

It’s not enough to picture their outward appearance. Give them a background and sphere of influence.

A journey takes time. And the lessons we learn best, they come from the journey, not the destination.

It’s better to die free than live life in a cage.

There was cruelty in silence, and isolation made it worse.

It's better to die free than live life in a cage.

In the stillness of headstones,Darkness is my blanket.And forever is my song.In the arms if stone angels, I'm not afraid.Because finally and completely,I belong.

I don't know how to change and I'm not sure I want to.