9 May 2012
I t is a horrid thing, to cry.
C ontrol leaks away. R eality sinks in. Y ou realise there is nothing to do.
F or a long time, you can't stop. O r control laboured breaths. R eal tears aren't pretty.
Y ou can feel utterly alone. O nly you understand. U s - 'us' no longer exists.
I Cry For You. • Opuss № I