My quiet concionce soaks onto the mountain of my saddened rest place.
No sound of lost, although for only a small part of time does it take to cause pain of what is missing.
Lost the realtiy of life and the legened of growing love.
A seed will not grow without water,
the earth will not turn without the being of evoltion.
I wont go on without having near me.
Breathing you,

how beautifully deep

Thank's darls. *hugs*