I saw my life, tonight, as it could be, in another dimension/lifeline.

I was married. In a beaufiful wooden floored home. There was a poet, cast in shadows, the hero to my heroine. I was happy.

Reality hit, crashing in with the slamming of a door.

I found myself, lost and alone.

Answers poured out to me, re-affirming everything I had held to be true. And 45 minutes before the confrontation could occur, I fled.

In doing so, with pen and paper, I give you me heart and soul:

'If there are words to describe how I'm feeling, I'm not writer enough to compose them.'

'Human connection.'

'Life makes so much sense at five o'clock in the morning.'

'My life is filled with ghosts.'

'Tears are a water no life thrives off.'

'Sadness is feeling with your eyes open.'

'When innocence is lost,
debauchery has a map.'