falcon49

I feel spent,the same way I felt when I first lost my father,then my mother like a gut punch you never really recover from the soft numbing headache,letting you know your mind and body work but something is shut down You function,speak,hear,listen,cry,converse with friends and family but you know something's change,never to return Your mind says it will pass,it will change,it won't hurt as much but it's just trying to fool you,you know better reflection,choices,mistakes,risks,all come back to haunt you this is the human condition,this is the process of grief this is the road to recovery,to salvation one voice,one word,one heart can

I had fun doing these today,a little different,I hope you like it.

You were a bad dream,that came when I could not sleep, you left a bad taste,that no soul could get rid of, you made a deep mark,with your double breasted blade, now you're just a bad memory.