[icon]https://i.imgur.com/dH25GVq.png[/icon][nick]Ted Noakes[/nick][status]three wise monkeys[/status][nick]Ted Noakes[/nick][status]three wise monkeys[/status][icon]https://i.imgur.com/dH25GVq.png[/icon][drisnya]Another bereavement I haven’t unlearned: to bury one hope inside another, and I, having made a home of limbo (I keep a black hole more spotless than cozy), once traveled through time at will, invisible. Now, not so free. My beloved grows heavier, hardier, heavenward. Certain grief pre-scorches me.[/drisnya]