"a breach of moral and ethical contract of sorts."

The walls of comfort and support are being broken. Whispers of "I Love you" and "always" are being pummeled into dust, scattered into the concrete sidewalks. Bridges are being burned and survivors are scattered on both sides, their eyes connecting yet their hearts going click once the trigger is pulled. Simple words once again retain unexplainable meaning. We're surrounded by each other yet we're facing this alone.

April 26, 2005