Scrolling down the cards one made me cold<-> stop. Sepia tinted feet poked from under a cloth,then faded in to white,Words written under:

"When I picked up my daughters ashes to bring home,I ate some.."

A single reply:"I understand"

 The pain permeates this world,my world,your world.That is the reply to my question,why i still am so "Polly Anna",why Love is my reaction- a rage  of love,make no mistake..So scared,so afraid,I tell no one how it really is,and deny what is inside of me.

I flail at the hate with whips of love,would crawl across shreds of glass,impale this flesh upon your swords,cut out this tongue,blind my eyes,hack away one hand,plead for you to take the other

        & nbsp;    just to understand.

This fragile construct shatters soon enough under it's own weight, why aide it?

 Once I was alive, now dying,dead, I rage on still screaming silently,look inside,look outside,look beyond yourself    LOVE