She died praying that she might die.
Darkest of all Decembers ever has my life known, Sitting here by the embers, stunned, helpless, alone.
Forgiveness is indifference. Forgiveness is impossible while love lasts.
I will laugh at the laughable while I breathe
The weight that hangs upon our eyelids - is of lead.
I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?