i really like what u'v done with it all.
but i must obey the rules... i'm not allowed to feel here.
the man who never faultered is dying slowly. through his
silence and consistancy i learned how to bury what hurts-how
to make life bearable. the rock is crumbling-mortal afterall-
and i can't even bring myself to speak to him-cancer chews his
body distorts his mind-and i will not go to his funeral. if i
let myself feel it...