I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

Underwater madness slipping into a haze, drowning and choking in repugnant nostalgic thoughts.

Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, an armour of sanity, but at the end of the day, they always come off. We reveal our naked, vulnerable, real selves.

Heartache and heartbreak reveal many different shades of the blues within one's self.

We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.

Hold on to the thought that no emotion lasts forever, no matter how wonderful or how terrible the emotion may be. The tears may last a little longer than you would like, but it will get better. I promise.