MonologueI am alone now...there's such an emptiness here in this thing I pretend to call a life. I thought life was in such a perfect way and then one man dies and takes two lives. I loved him so much...what am I saying "Loved"? Because of the loss of him I've lost my mind? Loved, how could I of used that past tense so losely! He still holds my heart and I still love that man that may no longer be. I love him and he is no longer, why then is there a reason for me to be? I am not able to support myself, I bore no children and not like I would be desired by another man at this age, nor why would I wish to be? To me my existence seems rather pointless anMonologue
Forgotten LifeA name that was forgot. A face pushed from memory. That memory pushed aside.Forgotten Life
Who are we to decide who is in and who is out? Our lives are to be made by us and if our decisions affect someone else should we stop? What happens when we lose a friend? Does that friendship dissapeare as well?
Will the consequence of that loss lead to heartbreak or freedom, who now can tell us?
Only time would ever tell.
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