it's something that you never think will happen to you or someone you know. i found out only minutes ago and my only thought was to write. i cannot cry or scream. i cannot feel anger. i just feel an overwhelming need to write. as if writing will turn it into something it is not.
it is just a story. a story that is distant. make-believe. a story that will end. please God let us wake up from this. i fumble for words of comfort. words that will never reach her soul. maybe if i wrote better i could write for her. write beautiful words that would tell her about a future she can still have. words that would take away the finality of what she had to go through.
what do i tell her now? how will i face her knowing that smile is no longer the same? she is pure. she is pure and innocent. it is not she who has been stained.
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Without knowing the detail, and I have no wish to intrude, this strikes me a desperately sda; bruised even.
On another and brighter note, I really like the design of your site!
thanks for the visit c.j. bruised is a very appropriate word.
"It is not she who has been stained"
That speaks loudly and to the point, we that is all people are hurt by any extreme suffering.
T Leary said once "If any member of a society is hurt the whole society is hurting." I dont know the story but I can feel the hurt of it.
Nice layout!
peace
i can only imagine what this is about.
i can feel the sense of urgency.
anonant
thank you for sharing Leary's beautiful words. thanks for the visit. i dropped by your site. i like what i saw and will drop by again when i have the time. :)
floreta
until now i can't find the words to tell this story. maybe in time i will be able to share this with all of you.
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