i miss them. i miss the children. i miss their faces. the eyes looking up into mine like there was some kind of hope to be found there. and there was. so freely given, you poured it out to them. through me. and it felt right for the first time in my life. it was right for the first time in a very long time. i was living and you were moving. i was breathing again, singing again. but i was standing still.
- 5th August
2010 - 05
