her_lease_of_spotted_hours blueberries of pain i felt, none is as sharp or deep as the loss of your presence. it is the naked soul shivering alone. it is the heart drained of love. it is the spirit stripped of substance. you are a ghost that holds me with invisible strings, a phantom hope for a day when absence is denied and lonliness is the bad dream we are relieved to wake from. 011130 ... silentscreamer only has a few hours to live 040226 ... .fallen spiritspeak 040226 what's it to you? who go blather from