dolour

i think you killed me. my heart no longer beats. i cannot feel anything. i am so very cold. my skin is tinged blue. there is nothing left...so empty.

and yet - someone told me this is not the end. it is so hard to believe, i can practically see the signs. someone told me that this was meaningless, utterly meaningless. there will be bigger battles to fight. someone told me, "you can't be more than you are," which was what you were asking of me.

I can hear voices in the distance, they are voices of laughter and joy. if I try too hard to listen, they disappear. but i think they are still there. at least, i cannot give up hope.

jenna