You
You, that like me go through life half empty half full, never asking the questions that would get you truth, content with existing, getting by, seemingly happy in the knowledge that you survive.... You, who have inhabited my heart for such a long time... who I always go to in my mind when I need to escape from the busy world I live in and who I have adored, and for whom I have sinned. You are still after all these years the peaceful meadow where I lay my weary head to rest, when the pressures of... Sign in to see full entry.