I had a sister who died and my mother passed away. I know that grief comes in waves. When deep grief hits, I know that it hurts like hell, and then you get a little bit of a respite, and then it comes back, and it hurts like hell. I know it can be survived.
Falling, falling, falling, falling down. Look yourself in the eye before you drown.
What was once your pain, will be your home.
You have to laugh at yourself, because you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't.
You set up your place in my thoughts, moved in and made my thinking crowded.
The less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine.