A lovely sunset. How it begs to be touched. Caressed by gentle hands. Yet, it is out of reach.

So out of reach.

And if one does achieve that feat, that one shall indeed perish. Through its alluring beauty, so tempting, one's life is extinguished.

How delicate a life is. It is amusing how the vessel created to protect and guard the human soul is so frail.

The little child lies in the grass beside his mother. A quiet breeze ruffles his golden hair.
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I am numb. There is nothing more to say. I just have to swallow all the pain and everything will be alright, from the outside. As long as I am capable of putting up a happy, carefree front everything will be fine. Just fine. I won't hurt anyone or instill sorrow upon them. As long as I am able to function... everything will go smoothly. As long as no one can see those rosy kisses. Everything will be okay. As long as everything is taken care of. As long as dinner is made, laundry is done, clothes folded, favors completed, problems solved,... it will be alright.  As long as I am unbroken on the outside. I will be fine. =)